Between an injury and planning a wedding, I didn't ride much this summer. My favorite ride, however, was the day after my wedding. We got married in a small Vermont town that has a hundred miles of singletrack. After years of vacationing there, we've watched the trail system gradually grow. The day after the wedding, we slipped soft gloves over our shiny new jewelry and headed to our beloved trails. We'd finally traded tuxedos and corset-backed dresses for baggy shorts, and we giggled like children as we whizzed through mud puddles, flying over rocks and roots as our tires settled into the familiar grooves.