get the feeling that he is more disappointed that his wife doesn't understand him as well as he would hope.
Got it in one, it's one part infuriating to one part upsetting.
She can second guess why I'm grining at a comment on TV from knowing my chain of thought so well and can suss out what I'm likely to do next when we're messing about. But can't take a hint for my Bday.
That and the most punching the air truly euforic emotions I feel are when I clear a massive drop off or just nail a perfect line on some single track is almost my dirty secret.
My bike will always be that funny heap of tubes in the cellar to her- no different from a model railway or a bonsai tree, but it's what makes me happy and all I want to do is be happy and share that happiness with her.