When you are driving down the interstate and spot a vehicle with a loaded bike rack, and pull up behind them, right on their tail, to see what the bikes are.
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...When my dog puts himself in his crate as soon as I put the helmet on my head (up until that moment, poor Zaboo has hope that he will be "coming with!")
When you are driving down the interstate and spot a vehicle with a loaded bike rack, and pull up behind them, right on their tail, to see what the bikes are.
When you are considering buying a new vehicle so that your bike does not have to be strapped on a bike rack.....
When GU becomes a food group......
When dinner conversation regularly centers around components.....
When you drive to Lanesboro MA to sleep on the ground with all of the other dirty, muddy bikers that attended Pedro's Fest......
I did this. I love my Mazda 3, 5-door hatchback.When you are considering buying a new vehicle so that your bike does not have to be strapped on a bike rack.....
Now, I just need a pretty new tri bike in the back. And I would love a new road bike too... but I can't have it all.![]()
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside thoroughly used-up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW WHAT A RIDE!!!!"
Oh yeah.You know you're on the dark side when almost all of the dish sized towels in the house have black stains on them.
...when you've said "I have enough bikes" and find yourself going to look at a fixed gear. And you justify it because it's *used* so you can't afford not to look at it.
...when you have a ton of laundry to do, you're out of underwear, yet you decide the higher priority items to wash are your bike clothes. The rest can wait.
...you have a chain imprint on your capri pant leg and you think it gives them character.
...you have a 100 degree fever yet commute anyway.
...you have an entire shelf in your cabinets dedicated to water bottles.
"Only the meek get pinched, the bold survive"
Deb, the noise you heard when I stood on the pedals was the sound of someone being in a gear that was too easy to do that, so the pedals do not turn over smoothly. I'm pretty sure it's not my bike, because the same thing occured on my other 2 bikes. I am not that coordinated. I never stand on steep hills and tend to spin pretty quickly. I had a lot of problems just getting my uncoordinated body up to stand, so I tend to only do it only on little rollers. Plus, it was getting my mind off of the rest of my body that was hurting!
Going to check that seat out in a bit. Basically, if a tweaking doesn't solve it, along with 2 days of rest, I don't know what else to do. I have been fit (computer, trainer, 2 hours) by the owner of ATA Cycle. My husband is an excellent mechanic; we have a "bike shop" in our utility room and he did all the work for my son when he was racing. He bought me the Brooks saddle without me even asking. Now I am wondering if I got the right one.
Will keep trying.
Robyn
When you're the passenger in the car, and preparing to pull out of the driveway, and you automatically say, "Car left!"
... When you are groping at the bottom of your handbag for lipstick and come up with a CO2 cartridge!
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.)
“Hey, clearly failure doesn’t deter me!”
... When you have said short hair, then say "Gel is my friend", crush little spikes under your helmet, commute, then remove helmet and re-wet with your water bottle, ruffle your hair/rehydrated gel to fix it and go on your merry way makeupless, and think it's perfectly feminine...
...when you slip a little on your bike and get a big black print on your calf from the big ring, look at it for awhile, then tell S/O "Wouldn't that look HOT as a tattoo?" as they stare at your calf with theexpression...
...when you see a bump in the road and instinctively raise your butt out of the *car* seat!
When you try to clip out of the gas pedal.
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson
... when NOBODY seems to notice or comment on the photo of a rattlesnake crossing the road that MTKITCHN posted in the "What will you NOT LEAVE HOME WITHOUT?" thread, because they're so focused on water, changing tires and sunscreen!
“Hey, clearly failure doesn’t deter me!”
YOU are funny! Good ones. I have LONG discussions with my hairdresser about how cycling is the primary determinant for how we cut my hair. Nuts, eh?
Originally Posted by pooks
When your kids say, "Mom - you are really grouchy today. Would you PLEASE go out for a bike ride?! "
When you ride off to work on your bike, smiling and waving to the car sitting in the driveway.
When you shop for work clothing at second-hand shops so you can afford TE clothing for your biking!
When your bike(s) lives in the same room as your computer and every time you look at it, you smile.........
When some of your favorite wine has a label with a bike...... regardless of the quality of the wine!
There's more - I know there are. But not tonight. I need some sleepy time.
annie
Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived." Captain Jean Luc Picard
When you've gotten hardened to the "$600 is an entry level bike" definition (shocking three years ago), and now believe that $1200 is an entry level road bike--and that it will be your first, but not your last. The bike equivalent of what we used to call "mission creep" at my old policy center--you know, how your definitions just start to mutate...