Bicycle built for two.

Riding wobbly down the street were two on a tandem. Helmets completed their matching outfits of bright orange zip-ups and brown pants. They seemed to be twins, this couple riding their two-seater. Seemed to be. Her pants too tight and too long, his pants too loose and too short. One bearing glasses, the other without. Their strides different, their hair different. Had I heard their voices, they too would have been different. So much alike, and yet distinct. A metaphor for the perfect couple, clad is hunter orange and chocolate bottoms, wobbling along on their blue bicycle built for two.