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 Universe never did make sense; I suspect it was built on a government contract." Robert A. Heinlein
"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.
... when you walk or drive in the street and think: "I forgot to put on my helmet"
...when you see tracks ahead and try to lift out of the seat....while you're driving.
when you do over the shoulder head checks... while walking in the supermarket...
When you go to a fall festival event dressed in your cycling kit and someone says, "what are you dressed up as", and you say, "me". Really happened...
during sex you feel clipped in...
snot rockets on the escalator...
When you can out drive everyone else in a blizzard in your cheap car with summer tires.
When people say, "what the hell happened to your shins?"
when you fall over the bicycle going down a mountain trail, and the first thought you have is that if the bike is okay, instead of being worried about yourself.
It happened to me many times.
Or similar... as paramedics were carting me away; I started crying because they wouldn't take my bike (they just wanted to leave it out in the wilderness all alone... no one to keep it safe!). Thankfully the ranger agreed to take me instead and thew the bike onto his truck... I was more concerned about the bike than my busted ankle...
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