Apparently there must be some truth to the old saw that "God watches out for drunks and fools" since last weekend we were, at times, both.
The tandem isn't responsible for my current hobbling around, which probably has to do with my foot position when I pedal. And Robert only nearly crashed us twice, so we remain on speaking terms. I actually grew to like stoking the tandem, because it let me eat and drink and take pictures at 20 mph. And it was a train on the flats and a rocket sled on the descents. Thanks to its aerodynamics (and our need to over compensate for the appearance of Pinky) we blew past quite a few pacelines of much fancier bikes.
Final verdict: not the worst idea.
Self portrait at 20 mph.
Looking back at the pack as we cross the Columbia
Entering Oregon, finally.