The day has come and gone.. and it couldn't have been better! We all woke up after too little sleep, ready to depart for the wedding venue.. until we realized we didn't have enough vehicle space. Panic set in amount the ladies, until I the Chubby Super Biker came to the rescue! Or.. something like that. I suggested that why don't I just ride my bike to the venue? Panic again set in, then a stern warning about not going to the emergency room, then.. I packed up my backpack and jumped on the Trek. A 20-30mph head/cross wind with 40mph gusts pushed, but I pushed back. The bride, maid of honor and children passed me as I attacked a hill, and were impressed/concerned with my ability.
So does it make me a hardcore bike commuter if I biked to my wedding?
Anyway, in all seriousness, it was a great day and I'm a very happy and lucky man. Attached is a pic of the bride and I ready to head down the aisle, now man and wife. It was a great day, and a great beginning to another stage of life.