I feel compelled to start this thread, as an ode to all bicycle wives (or partners of any description) who put up with this hobby. Having told my wife that I just spent $300 on my ebay Legnano that we didn't have, right before Christmas, what she should have done was throw shoes at me. Instead she was supportive as always and just laughed about it. She has put up with my newly acquired Italian accent with the same patience as she did my fake French accent that came with my Gitane. She puts up with late night drunken bicycle mechanics in the kitchen, and boring explanations about why I had to spend so much on the saddle. She never asks why she has to move bicycles to get into the cupboard to get the salt.
Please raise a glass to all of the patient bicycle wives!