I do not know what I like best. Being on the bent or being at a wedding all dressed up and feeling very uncomfortable. Guess what. The bent wins. But I still have to go to the wedding. I am part of the party of the bride. O'Boy!!! I do not care there. I just get to figure out how to get a bike ride in. The wedding is 2.5 hrs away from where we live. I am all smiles on that one. I have this thing on long car rides.