Last Friday at midnight, we set off from London for yet another
Friday Night Ride to the Coast, this time to Burnham-on-Crouch. This is a gently rolling route of about 55 miles - just about the flattest ride we have in our ride calendar.
And so it seemed a good ride to aim for as a debut for the tandem we bought last September.
This is where it all gets a little tricky. I've admired tandems from afar and totally get the 'romance' of the bicycle built for two, but I've always had a knee jerk "no way!" reaction when faced with the prospect of getting on one myself. Can't see where I'm going? Can't choose the easiest gears possible for my grumpy knees? When the subject first came up a year ago when Adam and I were first dating, mercifully he seemed to agree. A couple we may be, but a tandem was a non-starter.