For years, the rise of cycling in New York City has sown disharmony.

There have been aggrieved cabbies, community meetings at which the Bloomberg administration was likened to the Taliban, and at least one seminude demonstration against a Lower Manhattan bike hub.

But now, four months into its first dalliance with a bike share program, the city appears ready to settle down.

In a conspicuous sign that frustration is giving way to acceptance, the public bikes have been welcomed into that most intimate corner of civic life, the wedding.

At times, they have assumed the role of post-ceremony, honeymoon-bound transportation, missing only a “Just Married” placard on the back wheel. Photographers have compiled small portfolios of two-wheeled work, as the bikes have begun to appear, Waldo-like, in the albums of couples in reception regalia. And for those who have crossed the Atlantic to be married in New York City, accompanying snapshots of the bikes have become a must, joining Grand Central Terminal and the Brooklyn Bridge as oft-used backdrops.