My wife and I, we're in the land of cars, this particular one having sidewalks, plus shoulders on some streets for biking. So, this morning, we walk a couple of miles from the hotel where we're staying to my in-laws. (The time difference being in our favor means we're up early.) We borrow two bicycles. We pedal a half-dozen miles north to a brunch reception, the last scheduled event in this wedding weekend. (My taste buds report the brunch fare tastes extra-delicious; I credit our effort.) Then, we pedal back south. Our behavior proves atypical among the reception guests.