Okay, this one's a little early. The next time I hang out with Todd, I can write about having spent time with my married friends. My fondest memories with Todd, besides his wedding, of course, all involve riding two-wheeled human-powered machines up sharply inclined masses of earth. We kicked some older dudes' asses up Lewis and Clark bridge during STP, and then Todd dragged me up the side of Whistler Mountain on our mountain bikes. I nearly passed out the last time, but managed to retain enough energy to outrace some black bears on our descent.