Saturday morning I got up early, put on my thermals, dressed quietly,
made a packed lunch, grabbed my helmet, slipped quietly into the garage,
fired up the bike and rode off into a torrential downpour.
There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 50mph.
I pulled into a gas station, and heard on the radio that
the weather would be bad throughout the day. I went back into the house,
quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. There I cuddled up to my
wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The
weather out there is terrible."
She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out on his bike in that shit!!"
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Originally Posted by Kendog
(joke damn it woman, joke!) 
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