It was fun to drop riders on the descents and have them come up to us afterwards (uh, on the climbs) and indulge in sharing their experiences with us about getting dropped by the tandem. "I thought a car was passing me....but, it was you guys on a tandem." I'm sure we hit 50 mph a few times. Debi kept insisting that she wanted to be the first woman across the line....and I think we accomplished that. But, I kept reminding her of her own words that "it is a ride, not a race"......like she has reminded me so many times in the past.
If you are my stoker, then this is the view you will have.  In the way that Mr. Rogers (God rest his soul.) sang "Won't you be my neighbor?", I sing to you, "Won't you be my stoker?"

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