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I assumed he's pedal. Instead, he's deadweight. He's slowing me down and I wonder why I ever let him on in the first place. Finally, I turn and say; "How come you never pedal?" With a wink and a smile he replies; "I thought you'd never ask." And so life is better. Easier. Pedaling with JC I get where I'm going faster than ever. Still, my carafully chosen destinations are never as good as I imagined. Suddenly, I realize that he's been whispering directions to me all the time. When I take his advice, we wind up on short cuts and smooth blacktop, and all roads seem to go downhill. Then, when I get tired of pedaling, I put my feet up on the handlebars, and it turns out that I've been slowing him down! Nothing, I decide, could be better than tandem biking with JC as co-pilot. But, I'm wrong. The real fun begins when I stop the bike and ask JC to take the front seat- handlebars and all.
Since then, I've never looked back. And my oh my, the places he takes me. The sights I see. The bumpy trails. The dizzying mountain tops. The green valleys. Oh, I still have my own handlebars, and sometimes I hang on for dear life. But, on a tandem bike those back handlebars can't steer at all. So I go where JC goes.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.