From the Road Bike Rider newsletter this week:
A roadie gets up early, as he has for so many Saturday morning rides, and softly slips out of the bedroom so as not to wake his wife.
He's ridden before in these conditions. He doesn't like it, but when it's Saturday morning he never misses. He ponders the dismal conditions and then retreats to the kitchen to tune a small TV to The Weather Channel.
The forecast only sounds worse. Tornado watch. This is one Saturday when he just can't make it happen.
As thunder booms in the distance, he slips off his shoes, quietly returns to the bedroom, undresses and slips back into bed.
There he cuddles up to his wife's back and whispers, "The weather out there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies, "Yeah, can you believe my husband went riding in that crap?"
This was pretty amusing too, posted in the same newsletter: