My spousal unit at the time I was sailing hated my Hobie. I dumped it one day when she was with me and she never got on it again. It was really funny, though. I just got the hull a bit high and it went over. I got it righted right away and got back of board and she grabbed onto the mainsheet that was still in the water. Well, that trim the sail and we were hauling butt. She's yelling at me to stop and I was yelling at her to let go. She didn't want to do that. I finally steered off the trim and got stopped. I got her back aboard and she said she only wanted to go swimming when she chose to, not when some damn boat decided for her. She never got on it again. I got rid of the Hobie and bought a monohull. She didn't like that either. Then she made the fatal mistake telling me I couldn't buy another motorcycle. She did have some great qualities, but wanted to turn me into her. She's history.
My current wife is almost as bad, and as good as the ex was, but when we first started dating, I told her never to tell me anything about having bikes. I'd had them a lot longer than I'd have her,and guess what would be the first to go in a conflict! She used to ride with me until I signed the deed to the ranch. She quit riding then, but she sure doesn't bug me about riding. OR sailing, Or flying.
Bare