The other day a friend was over at the house and asked for a glass of water. I naturally reached in the fridge and handed him a Trek water bottle.

I was reminded of Jeff Foxworthy's comedy routine; "You might be a redneck if....."


I thought, if you consider $5,000 to be a reasonable sum for a bicycle to ride to the store, you might be a cyclist. [that Rivendell touring bike sure looks nice]

If you normally keep a dozen spare tubes and tires in colors to match your frame on hand at all times, you might be a cyclist. [well, they were on sale, what was I supposed to do?]

If the cars must sleep outside because you've filled the two car garage with cycling equipment, you might be a cyclist. [if I try real hard, I can arrange things in such a way as to squeeze one car in]

If you have more money tied up in spandex than "regular clothes", you might be a cyclist. [actually, I've lost so much weight, the spandex is the only thing that fits me well these days]

If you can spot the Texas flag on a pair of "Lance II" shoes at a hundred meters and pedal like crazy to see just who that poseur is, you might be a cyclist. [I HAD to track him down, what with shoes like that while riding a Schwinn Sidewinder?]

Has cycling seriously affected anyone else's life? Spandex pajamas? old handlebars used as towel racks in the bathroom? Alarm clock goes off and you immediately check your heart rate?(monitor worn under the spandex pajamas, of course)