And while I have a myriad of evidences to choose from (go ahead, debate the grammatical correctness of my usage of ‘myriad’ you archaic Strunk n’ Whiters), I just want to point out one in specific today. See, today I turned 27. Strangely, most people are surprised I’m so old around here (I think that’s because I look like I’m 12), where people I talk to over the phone at work are usually surprised I’m so young. Funny how that works.
Anyway, my wife gave me my birthday present early. Allow me to explain: You recall that I recently wrote a blog entry about stealing her wheels? I was unaware, but my wife had already purchased a new wheelset for me, and they were hidden above our washer/dryer set up in the box in which my road wheels were shipped. So, unfortunately, my wife had to sit by and watch me set up my bike, adjustments and all to accommodate her wheels knowing that I’d just have to switch everything around a couple of days later.
Finally, after seeing her wheel-less bike sitting there on the ground, looking more like really snazzy leftover plumbing than a bike, she gave in. And boy, did she ever give in.
See, she didn’t just get me any old wheels. My new rear wheel has an XT hub, while my new front wheel has a sweet-lookin’ GT hub (I didn’t even know GT made hubs) both along with some untouched Zac19 rims. Smooth. And even though I’m in need of some rim tape before I go ride with them, I have already spent some time just oogling my own new wheels.
Think about it: for a pregnant woman whose husband is already overly obsessed with bikes and already spends way too much time riding relative to the time spent cleaning the restroom or vacuuming, this is a pretty big move. That’s why I find the conclusion inescapable: this woman loves me. Hardcore.
P.S. I’m still stealing those sweet tires of hers.