Thankfully, I don't have to sneak any of my bike related purchases. Mr. Tater is very supportive of my habit and doesn't mind me spending a few bucks to make sure my backside is happy. He knows I put everything to good use, so he's okay with it. Even when I sign up for an organized ride, he's out the night before putting the floor pump and other incidentals in the truck so they aren't forgotten in the morning. He gets a kick not just being my 'driver' to these events, but he likes to tell his co-workers, 'yeah, she rode one hundred miles this weekend. In one day!' He's so sweet! As for getting him on a bike, that will happen as soon as we can get the back brake overhauled on his Scott. He doesn't want to put up mad mileage, but has expressed interest in doing a metric century at least once.

Kits, good luck with your situation!