A dear friend of mine asked many months ago if I would take her for a ride on the 919. I informed her that I had never had a passenger before but she seemed perfectly fine and easily convinced me to do it. Well, we set off on an adventure last Thursday! About 100 miles of riding and I have to say that 2-up riding isn't my cup of tea.
I went over to her apartment and she opened the door wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops and asked if I were ready to go. "I'm ready, but you aren't," I replied. She looked confused. "Go put on some pants and high-top shoes or hiking boots or something. I brought you a jacket, gloves, and helmet to wear." She perked up and said, "Good thinking, Matt." ATGATT!!!
So we set off on our journey. It was about 6 miles and seemingly 1,000 stoplights and intersections to get out of Little Rock. But once out of town on Highway 10 headed west, we found gentle curving roads, gorgeous scenery, and little farms sprinkled across the countryside.
The balancing act at stoplights becomes an art-form. She's about 110 pounds with gear on and I'm just so acquainted with the bike being light, flickable, and nimble. Braking took more concentration and effort to pull off smoothly.
I think the most nerve-racking part to two-up riding is being responsible for the well-being of someone else. It's dangerous enough for me to ride through town and not become part of a cager's bumper, but now it's up to me to deliver somebody else safely from Point A to Point B? Rachel put a lot of faith and trust in me to take her out for a pleasant time on the 919, which I managed to do, but it's so much more to think about with someone holding on to you like they are your backpack.
I'd like to hear some of your 2-up experiences! I'm not saying that I wouldn't do it again, but it's certainly preferable for me to find a girl who has her own bike