It's only a one-mile trail, so I pass them a lot. Finally, one of them called out to me very loudly -- either because that's just the way he talks or because he could sense I had Bon Jovi blaring into my ears -- "Hey! How many mile you gonna do?" He held up his fingers. "Four? Five?"
I held up five fingers, even though I'd only gone four miles and was ready to give up. Italian Guy seemed impressed. Then I realized I was going to have to finish the five miles, because I didn't want to let the Italian Guys down.
I finished, and I think all three of us were pretty happy. I saw them again as I walked to my car, and the same guy said -- again, very loudly -- "You-a have a good day, Baby!"
Baby. I'm still laughing about that.