On the last day I was descending Loveland
Pass, exhilarating in the thrill of doing 56 mph (the fastest I've ever gotten my bike) when I heard a
high-pitched scream behind me. Then I felt a whoosh as a tandem roared past me at a bit over 70. The
scream I heard was from the stoker, a female, who repeated over and over as they rode out of sight, "I'm
seeing a lawyer tomorrow. Tomorrow, do you understand me? TOMORROW!"

Ah, the poor lass wasn't aware that a disc brake can be fitted to the rear hub and CONTROLLED BY THE STOKER! I don't have such a brake on mine, however. [evil grin e] And, of course, Dracula rode a tandem with Bram Stoker.