We met up at the Clinton side of the Mukilteo-Clinton ferry. I was in the bride's car, and we missed the ferry everyone else was on by seconds. We were cutting it close to begin with, but the deal breaker was the mean-spirited cop who tailgated us all the way from the top of the hill in Mukilteo down to the ferry, ruining our chances of speeding just a little to catch the ferry.
By the time we arrived, quite a crowd had assembled - 30 or so riders, some from .83, others from grad school, plus other friends and family of the bride and groom.
