Today's OneWord: Tandem

My sister found an old tandem bicycle in the shed that sat about five yards down from the cabin, and she practically fell in love with it. But we couldn't ride it. The gears were almost frozen solid with rust, the seat eaten by moths and spiders and God knows what else. The rubber on the handlebars had eroded over the years. Our mother said that Grandpa had used to ride it with Grandma. Come to think of it, I could almost smell my grandfather's cheap cologne on the old bike.