Hmmmmmmmm. One of my heroes didn't have wedding cake, they had pie. Lots and lots of wonderful pies. Take that cake eaters!
It seems to have worked out for them. Summer, the partial result of that pie frenzy is getting her PHD at Oxford as we speak. I remember when everybody called her shorty when she rode up behind her dad to long rider events.
Her Dad is a writer in New England, mostly tech stuff and business reports except for when he writes for Rider magazine. He got his degree at Oxford, (in freaking ENGLISH) which is how he came to marry an Irish national and eat pie.
The moral of the story is simple: Pie wins. And it's a lot easier to steal...
You know Tom I think you're onto something here. I'm now a bit torn.
Lol I had a chuckle at your description and my mind went to "pie orgy" ... gosh I think I've been hanging around these Weekend Engagement topics too much with boobs and foot fetishes and stuff.
This is such a rad story though, I want you to write a whole post on it :)
Cake is ok-when there is no pie. I've never ever ridden 500 miles to meet guys for cake. Ever.
My friend is such a complete motorcycle maniac that his dogs have all had motorcycle names. My favorite of those being Norton, a yellow lab.
You know I'd probably drive a fair distance for cake - if it was going to be eaten with someone special, then definitely.
That's actually super cool. I reckon they probably all turn out to be awesome personalities. Norton had some pretty sweet looking bikes.