Originally Posted by
bulgie
I met my wife when she came in to the frame shop where I worked, after a training ride with her racing team. She wouldn't have talked to me if I had been a lowly mechanic! That was 43 years ago, still married (and she still rides a lot more than I do.)
Mark B
The impertinence of marrying above your station. Another sign of our decaying culture.
I learned the hard way dating withing the bike group typically ended badly, as nearly all of them left me for someone faster.
Met my wife in an e-chat back in the tantruming toddlerhood of the Internet. She'd never ridden a bike in her life when we met. Good news: no bad habits. 25+ years and thousands of miles later, alas her knees don't let her ride, but we have many happy rolling memories. And I keep her bikes maintained for when we can finally get her a set of decent replacement knees (even if we have to settle for SunRace instead of Campagnolo).