Here’s a poem I wrote about twenty years ago:
The fact is: when you ride in front, you steer.
The person in the back controls the speed.
The pedals go as quickly as they need
to keep one’s partner accurate with fear.
A panic on the handlebars will clear
confusion as to who will take the lead.
The person who relinquishes is freed
to stabilize the pair, and mere
agreement brings a rush of calm and peace
as widely round the corners they can glide,
adjusting speed and vision with each turn.
Exhilaration, energy, release
accompany their willingness to ride;
reward them with the pace for which they yearn