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...