One day long ago, my brother pulled into Bluffton in his aging Volvo, a bike carrier on the back. On the carrier was a tandem bicycle that suggested his trip wasn't as easy as usual. He admitted that passing trucks in the hills of VA and West VA was a bit on the dicey side.
But bless his heart for taking his chances. He and his wife, my beloved SIL, had decided that tandems were not made for riding the hills and valleys of Virginia, especially when one's house is situated on a stone road that is well beyond the "End state road maintenance" sign.
So they gifted us with the tandem. We, of course, were happy to take it on. Little did we know what this meant.
Recently, we pulled the tandem out of storage for its spring induction. You would think after all these years that I would be ready for this first ride of the year. Nope.
This is also a bigger deal than you might imagine. For starters, it is completely unsafe. Not the bike. The ride. Because of the difference in weight and strength, the husband sits in front. This leaves me to the back seat where I am essentially there for balance and and to serve as chief navigator, which means that I look behind us to make sure it's okay to turn.
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