Had a new experience yesterday. We were riding the Minuteman Bike Path on our way home, maybe 12 miles to go on what amounted to 45 miles. At one point there is a short dogleg recently built into the bike path to prevent cyclists from dashing out into traffic without at least having to slow. We crossed the road and were making the sharp turn back onto the path when another cyclist rather oblivious to her surroundings drifted over onto our side of the path. I had no choice but to run off the right shoulder and brake hard to avoid hitting a fence. We stopped safely, I took a deep breath, and said to my sweetie "Here we go."
Once back on the path the back of the bike felt a bit loose so I asked her "You okay?" No answer. I asked again, no answer. I checked in my mirror and she wasn't there. She was 100 yards back walking up the trail! She'd hopped off the bike when we'd stopped, never said anything. At least she was laughing, said she'd tried waving her arms and yelling so I'd notice.
Rule #2: Do not ride off and leave your stoker behind.