My situation is very different. I've worked on turning my husband into a biker.

Last year we were biking in Vermont and after climbing a rather long hill, I was waiting at the top for him and saw another woman crest the hill from the other side and stop as well. Then, after a while a man caught up to join her...and then my husband caught up to join me. We never spoke, but it occurred to me that it really ran against stereotype.

He got a new bike this year, a nice, lightweight road bike. He's done pretty well so far, though he did end up in the hospital on one ride at mile 57 of a metric century. It was hot and the rest stops were pathetic. Kept him overnight, rehydrated him by i.v. and then get this--gave him a stress test the next day!

Last week we climbed to Independence Pass at 12,026 feet out of Aspen Colorado. He has to show everyone the pictures, he's so amazed with himself. I just smile.