My husband loves cars and motorcycles. I consider a car a tool to get me where I need to go on my terms. I absolutely hate motorcycles. I used to ride with him, but I was never comfortable, I don’t trust cars when we’re on the bike, I don’t like the noise, I don’t like the smells, I don’t like anything about riding. I really tried because he loves it so much, but I the only thing I liked was when it was over.
So he modified his bike without a passenger seat, and I’d go to his Harley gatherings in the car. Even those got old, with everyone trying to convince me how great riding is. No, it’s not. Not for me. And frankly, far too many of the club members are right-wing plastic patriots and just being around them is unpleasant. It’s probably evil of me, but this last year when he’s been recovering from 3 spinal surgeries and hasn’t ridden, I’ve been so relieved…
Just this weekend, we went to a car show. I can’t blame him for the weather - doggone it was hot!!! I did enjoy seeing some of the cars - never heard of a Ford Vicky, but I saw 3 of them!! And a bunch of Studebakers, too. It was fun walking around with him, despite the heat and humidity, but if I never had to go to a car show again, I wouldn’t cry.
He, on the other hand, hates Doper-related functions. As a result, I don’t participate in nearly as many as I would like, and on the rare occasions that I do, he usually doesn’t accompany me. I also don’t plan to attend arts and crafts shows as much as I might like to, since I know they bore him. I like to go on cruises, and he’s not so thrilled, so when we do go, I make sure we pick activities I know he’ll like and I don’t force him to take ballroom dancing lessons with me.
At least we’re not like one couple in our family who literally take separate vacations.