Originally Posted by
TakingMyTime
I finally got my wife to start riding with me about 8 years ago. Not much, but she would accompany me on the weekends. She got up to doing about 25 miles per ride, it was great having her along. Then about 3 years ago she had a minor bike accident that was more terrifying then injurious but it was enough to keep her from wanting to ride again. I miss spending that time with her. If she told me the only way she would ride again with me was that I had to dress like a clown, I'd be shopping for clown costumes this afternoon.
This.
I lost my wife to cancer. You don't want to have any regrets over something trivial that would have made her happy.