I am torn for a Title - it would either be
Eight on a Bike on a dark summers night
or
Sunday snoozing, white wine and snakes

Some of my fondest memories are early years when I used to shuffle my mates one at a time from the local pub to the top of the hill(out of town), then when they were all there we would all climb on the bike and ride 10 miles to our home out in the bush.
so Eight on a bike was a common occurrence.

And many Sunday afternoon drinking white wine and catching snakes that kept coming in for the chooks :) we would catch them and then take them to the other side of the river.
some afternoons it seemed like the snakes were constant.