In the movies, two-in-a-canoe scenes are romantic. Horseback rides, too, in the brisk morning air as the heroine and hero eye each other adoringly. Do that on bicycles, and you and your honey may exchange longing looks across the emergency room from his-and-her body casts.
Still, cycling is a fun couple thing, especially in beautiful Door County, Wisconsin.
"Joanna, God did some of His finest work here," my late husband always said.
Now, my bike is buried under piles of unopened boxes in the garage of our dream retirement home. I don't like to ride alone. But the guy next door--the one with the awful haircut and the Goodwill flannel shirt--just pedaled off on a classic Raleigh.
Bad taste in clothes. Good taste in bikes. Hmmm.