I Shall Call Him Boy Wonder
You all have clever nicknames (Doc, the Admiral, the Designer) for your significant others. I'm not sure who came up with the naming convention, but I've been long overdue to come up with one so I can stop typing "my husband". Enter Boy Wonder. As a bike racer he really does own a lycra get-up, complete with the aerodynamic bootie covers and he often changes into it right after his day job ends. To my knowledge, he has never changed in a phone booth, although I know he's used public restrooms, the car, and his office with the door closed. He'll also always be a boy to me- as in, "that boy made me swoon". And he's saved my day many a time... like yesterday, when I got too optimistic about the gas gauge and ran out of gas for the first time in many years on my way to meet Dana for a long run up in Park City.