Well, maybe “two made for a bicycle.”

Christine and Tom, now forty-one years together. Soulmates. Inseparable.

Except when going for a bike ride. Or “a bikes ride.” Then Tom would always gradually end up a hundred feet ahead. Conversation would suffer. Frustration would creep in, for both.

Every once in a while, Christine would fall off and get scraped up. Eventually, she lost her confidence entirely, and the two solo bikes ended up in the garage, unridden.

For three years.

And then one day, the word tandem showed up on the radar screen.

(The “digest” of blog entries seen below puts the most recently written entries at the top. To start reading the blog from the first entry, click here. To search for a word or phrase, type into the magnifying-glass field to the right.)