Till Death (Or the KOM) Do Us Part
Love is a beautiful thing. So is cycling. But what happens when you try to mix the two – even more beauty? Well, not exactly. My first recollection of riding with Josh was on a hard group ride; the bunch surged up a hill and then I saw this guy, this total dingle, wildly cut a line across the front of the peloton. “Who the hell is that sketchball,” I wondered irritably. He’s my husband now. They say most relationship conflicts involve money, sex, or division of household labor. But for cyclists, there’s a fourth thorny issue that might trump them all: riding. Find me a couple including at least one cyclist where riding or bikes never come up in a heated moment and I will find you a snowman in the Sahara. Maybe your partner doesn’t ride and doesn’t understand why you spend so much on bike stuff. “Our budget does ...continue reading.