One Saturday morning he gets up early, dresses quietly, gets his bike out of the garage to ride to meet his friends for their customary Saturday morning ride.
Coming out of his garage, rain is pouring down in a torrential
downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph and it is only 35 F.  
He returns to the garage. He comes back into the house and turns the TV to the weather channel. After a short time, he finds it's going to be bad weather all day long, so he puts his bike back into the garage, quietly undresses and slips back into bed.
There he cuddles up to his wife's back, now with a different  anticipation in mind and whispers, "The weather out there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out riding in that shit?"