-I spend half of the year working in logging camps and forest management, complaining and whining that I don't have time to ride and it sucks not to be able to ride a 50km after work ('cause you are surrounded by logging roads and logging trucks);
-The other half of the year, I spend waaay too much time complaining that I don't have a bike nice enough to be ridden hard (on the road, at least), and no cash to buy a new one... while being unemployed;
-Daydreaming, planning and pondering about my best rides takes me more time than actually ride them
-I love to look pro and hardcore: even if I'm cruising the old city, I'll bomb down the hills with the proper "casual-but-aggressive" rider look: a pair of Race Face, Loeka or Salomon knickers, my cycling shoes, helmets, gloves...AND team bottle. But I'm nowhere near that fast nor cool;
- I pay attention to which socks I'm wearing 'cuz long top socks make my calves and ankles look fat;
- I usually start to put on my 3/4 cycling pants even if it's 2 degrees C outside and take great pride on enduring the cold, even if my legs freeze off and stay glowing red for the rest of the day
- I let my cables fray way too much before changing them
- I'm afraid of hydraulic disc brakes for my mountain bike; I'm also afraid of re-hopping on my saddle fast, thus preventing me from trying cyclocross (that I badly want to try)

and, finally, I am waaaaay too chicken to try any new tricks on my bike or harder trails: I prefer to rip beginner and intermediate trails because I'm afraid of having a bad fall, crash and be hurt (even though I played rugby for 10 years)!