There is so much fine print that one never thinks to discuss, but is instantly covered by the phrase, 'for better or for worse.' My marriage vows came with a lifetime commitment to bicycles; road, touring, mountain and full-suspension, downhill beauties. I trip over them at night, bang my shins on them while riding, and attempt to retain my dignity when I crash in public. I've had to agree that a two bedroom apartment is actually intended for bike maintenance an not guests, all men need a truck, and that some men find padded shorts sexy.
Again, all previously un-discussed before the "I do," yet what I am left with is figuring out if this is the better or the worse part of marriage. Right now it depends on how far I have to push my bike up a mountain. Welcome to my foray into the bicycle world.