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What does you wife think of your collection? What rookie collectors have been wondering about but were afraid to ask ;-)

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I have always believed that it is better to ask forgiveness than to ask permission. I also believe that I am responsible enough to never do anything to jeopardize any of my important positions with irresponsible actions. Further, well before I married my wife, I explained to her that I would, from time to time, do what I was going to do without first getting her approval. She always had the same privileges. Neither one of us ever exceeded our basic commitments to each other. My expectation was that my wife would always support me. If an aspiring collector or fisherman or golfer isn't up front with the woman in his life, the consequences fall on him and he deserves what he gets. If, on the other hand, the "collector" is actually an addict then it is his responsibility to face his weaknesses and do something about it.
"I have always believed that it is better to ask forgiveness than to ask permission."
Hey..Ya know who says that??........... my wife...........

ME; 😃
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"Thanks honey!"
 
My wife could care less about what I do. She never comes in my shop. Back in the day, I used to bring home an old car. She would have to walk right by it to get into the house and not once did she ever say or ask a thing about them. Funny thing, Me and a buddy were building a stock car for the dirt track. I was gone and he was working on the car alone, his ass sticking out from under it. The one time she goes out into the garage, she's going to ask him if he wants to stay for dinner. God knows why, because he was a fat , greasy, chain smoking slob, but she thought she'd be nice. As she's about to ask him, he lets loose with a loud , long....very long... fart. He never knew she was standing there, in harm's way. Later that night, she told me how disgusting my friends are. Couple days later, I asked him if he remembers blowing a real bad one while he was working under the car the other day? He thought about it for a couple seconds before answering, "Yeah, I do. It was a real bad one too. thought I dropped a load....." He wanted to know how I knew about it. I told him, "Anne was right behind you when you let loose." We both laughed our ass off! She never has visited the garage since.
 
My wife just likes to see me happy. I traveled for work the first 10 years of our marriage M-F only home weekends. When I took a job at a local Cat dealer she liked that. I have been collecting and restoring cars for over 30 years and liquidated all but one before moving from So Cal to NW Washington State mid 2019. She liked that.
I am now down the rabbit hole with bicycles but I am home and she likes that.
I am sober 12 years and she likes that.
She has her own obsession ice hockey and is the captain of her local team and is also on a traveling team. She collects baseball caps, sneakers and women’s ice hockey memorabilia. She has a shrine of trophies, sticks, jerseys and more. We have no kids and a solid marriage at 30 yrs.
I have 31 bikes. They are all serviced and ready to ride.
🚵🏒 all Good here.

PS. The jest of my success here is honesty and live and let live. Choose wife carefully as well as bikes. If not you end up with “stuff” you don’t want after the dust settles.
 
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Then she looked at me and said "God, I hope I die before you"!
Same here!
Basement = Full.
Basement stairs = beginning to accumulate parts boxes.
Navigating the stairs requires Olympic gymnast skills and my wife claims I do that on purpose so she can
not get down there to see the full extent of my madness.

My wife says "I am just going to put it all out on the street for the junkman when you go". 😫
She was not too happy when I said "If you happen to see anyone else's wife putting their old bikes out on the curb, be sure and let me know!!"

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