Riding the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine on my tandem convinced me that this is the only way to go. They're fast, smooth, stable and fun. So is my wife for that matter.
I named my tandem "White Lighting" after sampling a little moonshine in the mountains of West Virginia. The still was housed in the out building right behind this fine looking dump truck. I've seen similar operations and vehicles in Grattan Township.
After this little trek, the 100 Grand was a breeze. My wife and I had no problem slaying a number of Tri riders along the way. In fact, I'm currently having their aero-bars mounted so I can hang them on my office wall right next to my prize possum and coon heads.
I'll have to agree with Surly that two guys on a tandem do conjure up scenes from the movie Deliverance. I could only hope that these two unknown riders below are only dismounting to fight over the sweet little blond resting under the tree.
I'm up for a Tuesday evening ride. Care to launch the season opener from my house? The beer is cheaper, parking is not an issue and I do house the secret training hill on my property.
F.Y.I. there is a large contingent of above mentioned Tri guys and girls that do a training session every Friday night on the other side of the lake. I think we can hang with them if Rauol could maybe part the water or we could use helium in our tubulars and ride on top I guess.