You get spam with the heading "Lose unwanted LBS", and your first thought is "Why would anyone want to lose their local bike shop?"
Or when you feel a fool after trying to clip into the gas and clutch pedal when you get in your car.
...when you realize that you're pushing the shopping cart from the ramps.
you have a spandex setting on your dryer
You take vacation days to go riding.
You have a collection of old Nashbar catalogs around your living quarters.
You have chuckled at "the Eddie Scene" in "American Flyers".
No matter where you were, or what you were doing, you mourned when you learned that Sheldon Brown
"The People will believe what the Media tells them they believe". George Orwell.
"If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went."
Wag more, bark less.
Gu starts to taste good. But only the Chocolate Outrage, of course.
You find yourself talking about bicycle things and no one in the room is listening....and you're ok with that.
Coming back from a ride with your legs engorged with blood makes you feel like a badass.
What do you mean "off the bike"?
... when you're at the grocery store and you ask for a shopping cart with drop bars.