When I met my wife I was a trail rider and she knew that, 2 years later we were married, the following weekend I was to race my first 2 hour Hare Scramble, on a 1985 kdx 200.
It rained a couple days before the race and it is held by a river, plenty of clay and slick as ice, On the FIRST lap I overshot a high speed corner and railed a HUGE tree with my handlebar and shoulder, shot off the bike, hit the ground trying not to get run over, picked up the bike damn my wrist and shoulder hurt, probably just sprained so I soldiered on adrenaline kicked in pain subsided I can do that jump, oh yea there it is pain, now I cant squeeze the clutch, still raced on finished in 9th place, went to the hospital and had a broken wrist, needless to say she wasn't happy. I said hey it's an extended honeymoon.
I raced that same race 2 years later on my WR no misshapes and finished 5th in the 4 stroke open class, she still hasn't seen the trophy, and never knew I even raced that weekend.
She has come a long way the last 6 years and has no problem with me buying any safety gear, tires ect, that makes the ride safer.
I'll share another story later she keeps popping in and out of the room. :laugh: