Within days, I'd be on an 800-plus mile journey across four states, and for the first time, I'd have a passenger. Not just any passenger, but my beloved wife and mother of my children. I was elated to finally share my passion for big rides, terrified the love of my life may be subjected to even the slightest danger... and just a little put off that I would not be riding alone. The mixed bag of emotions also included a new level of obsessive-compulsive bike prep. Red (super-strong, takes special tools to remove it) Loctite was probably not necessary for the passenger backrest, and I'm pretty sure that two flat repair kits is overkill. The prospect of riding two up had not only introduced some seriously conflicted sentiments, but had now added a new level of stress to a task that I had once truly enjoyed. This had all seemed like such a good idea in the beginning and now I found myself measuring suspension sag with a micrometer.