When Pam and I got married, we toured SouthCentral Alaska. To not end our marriage before it got started, we each rode our own bikes. Too exhausted after 6 hours in the saddle each day, we mostly just slept and rode and ate.
There’s an old bikeshop joke about every shop should have a marriage counselor in the back. I’ve seen the bike break people up, bring them together, and a few can carry on together. Some couples can ride tandems. Others a cargo bike.
What about you? Did you get divored, married by bike? Met by bike? Hate the bike for what it did love life?…