What does your significant other think of your cycling hobby?

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Ming the Merciless

There is no mercy
Location
Inside my skull
I live alone but my cactus doesn't seem to mind when I go out cycling.

It probably drinks tequila and shoots up your gaff whilst you are out.
 
I always view a kindle as cheating and somehow contributing to the demise of books.
I used to feel the same before moving to France. It's much harder to buy English language books here and we used to rely on friends bringing them over or picking them up when in the UK for a visit.
I was given a Kindle and it's made getting something to read very easy.
I still prefer a proper book, just nicer to hold and read.
I get by with my French but it's slow going with a book.:rolleyes:
 

12boy

Guru
Location
Casper WY USA
This has been an interesting thread for sure...I've learned a lot about folks whose posts I've read.
I've been riding bikes for over 60 years ad commuted seriously from 92 on when my job provided lockers and a shower until retiring in 2015.
I've read many books but mostly sci-fi and mysteries but I also enjoyed books that delve into other cultures, a few coming to mind are "The Power of One", "The Chinese Bandit", "Shogun", "Huckleberry Finn"..the list is endless. E books have been great during covid, probably read 40 without leaving the house.
I've got 5 bikes I ride semi regularly and probably that many more I don't. Not only is riding fun, but working on them is almost as good. I have probably bought dozens at garage sales, fixed them up and given them or sold them at cost to family and friends Iwho 5 have 2 10x10 storage garages which house many of them and parts, and 2 sheds I've built next to my house for the five favorites and tools and parts and other stuff. I think I'd be happy in a 1000 sq ft house with a 4000 sq ft garage.
Cycling isn't a hobby for me, it's a way of life. Keeps me sane (ish) and fairly fit for a geriatric. Other tasks permitting I try to get 20 miles in daily, although less when there is snow and ice on the roads. My wife of 42 years and I each get to spend time alone doing things the other doesn't love although there are many things we do together, too. She has stage 4 breast cancer and I find doing most of the daily work is much easier if I can recharge with a ride. We really disliked each other when a former girlfriend who was with her brother put us together so of course we began living together in a few months, then bought a condo and got married. There have been issues over the years but we learned to be partners as well as lovers. I hope I live longer than she will because I don't want her to die from cancer alone.
Good looks fade but not a good heart.
Bikes have been very good to me.
 

mudsticks

Obviously an Aubergine
I echo 12boy's sentiments. It's been interesting to learn more about the forum members whose posts I frequently encounter. I'm delighted to converse with many like-minded folk ..... some day perhaps in person, when the world returns to normality!

Little did the OP oreo_muncher realize what she had let loose in starting this thread .....

And if our OP can work her final dissertation around to being

"A study of the relationship styles, and lifestyle habits, of Internet cyclists"

Then we've pretty much done most of the legwork for her.. :okay:
 
And if our OP can work her final dissertation around to being

"A study of the relationship styles, and lifestyle habits, of Internet cyclists"

Then we've pretty much done most of the legwork for her.. :okay:

That we have ^_^

The world does feel like a much better place after a bike ride. I've just come back from an hour and a half on gravel trails in the company of Max the MTB, during which I also scrumped some quince pears... :whistle:

One has already been earmarked for tonight's apple crumble. I shall likely be making membrillo with the others - to go with the large wedge of Manchego cheese that's in the fridge.

Now, I'm relaxing with a nice cup of tea and cuddles with a purry, lovey-dovey tortoiseshell cat. Who incidentally was waiting for me on the hall table when I came home.
 
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