How can your significant other be mad at you when your muddy tracks shout out, "I love you!"?
The relationship potential for this tire is limited only by your imagination and the patience and gullibility of your mate. I can envision scenes like this:
"Don't forget that we're supposed to eat Sunday lunch at my mother's with my stepbrother's ex-wife and her kids. They're only out of juvenile hall for the weekend and Momma wants to see her grandkids before they're old enough to do hard time."
"Oh, heck! Was that today? I made a promise to myself that I was going to go out into the wilderness and proclaim my love to you over mile after mile of pristine single-track. Honey, I just can't let you down. Tell the kids that I said hello."
The tires may not get much more traction than that line of bullshit, but it's better than some excuses I've heard/used and it's worth a shot.