When you tell your hairdresser, "Cut it all off. I don't care how you do it, just anyway that's remotely cute. Now that I'm cycling and wearing a helmet, I just can't handle this mess any more."

When you tell your hairdresser two weeks later, "Cut more off. I'm on an off my bike several times a day. I may ask for a buzz cut next week. I DON'T CARE WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. Just cut it OFF."

When you stop wearing makeup most of the time because you're slathering on sunblock several times a day, every time you go out on your bike.

When you decide you don't look that bad without makeup after all. (Wait, that's a sign of too much heat. Scratch that one.)