Haha. Oh dear, I'd almost completely forgotten this one. I'm not sure how, since it was utterly terrifying. I remember sitting at the kitchen table afterwards nursing a mug of hot tea and swearing I'd never get on a tandem again.
The ride to pick her up, solo, in the pouring rain, was even more interesting, of course. Having never ridden a trike before, let alone a tandem-trike... it was a steep learning curve! I only nearly fell off once, though I did have to dismount every time I wanted to turn a corner.
In the end, I did get on a tandem again - damerell's, a couple of months ago. I've done nearly 200k with him since then (over two rides, and without closing my eyes once, I hasten to add!)
Might offer to take Elizabeth out for a ride when I go back up to Stockport in a couple of weeks; see how long it takes for her to run away screaming