----- Original Message -----

From: Chelsea Reynolds

To: mimcycling@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Friday, March 11, 2005 9:25 AM

Subject: [mimcycling] addicted to cycling??

You Know You're Addicted to Cycling When...
>
> Your surgeon tells you need a heart valve replacement and you ask if
you
> have a choice between presta and schrader.
>
> A measurement of 44-36-40 doesn't refer to the latest Playboy
centerfold,
> but that new gear ratio you were considering for your Cobra.
>
> A Power Bar starts tasting better than a Snickers.
>
> The bra your significant other finds in your glove compartment belongs
to
> your Trek and not the cute waitress at Denny's.
>
> You wear your heart monitor to bed to make sure you stay within your
> target zone during any extracurricular activities.
>
> The funeral director tells you "NO!" you can't ride your Cannondale in

> the funeral procession, even if you keep your headlight on.
>
> You experience an unreasonable envy over someone who has bar end
> extenders longer than yours.
>
> You're too tired for hanky-panky on a Friday night but pump out a
> five-hour century on Saturday.
>
> Your wife tells you the only way she'll let you ride across the
country
> is over her dead body and you tell her, "If that's the case, you'll be
my
> first speed bump!"
>
> You no longer require a hankie to blow your nose.
>
> You have stopped even trying to explain to your spouse why you need
two
> bikes...you just go buy another one and figure it will all work out in

> the divorce settlement.
>
> You buy your crutches instead of renting.
>
> You convert your car's brake and gas pedals to clipless.
>
> You see nothing wrong with discussing the connection between hydration

> and urine color.
>
> You find your Shimano touring shoes to be more comfortable and stylish

> than your gunboat sneakers.
>
> You refuse to buy a couch because that patch of wallspace is taken up
by
> the bike.
>
> You have more money invested in your bike clothes than in the rest of
> your combined wardrobe.
>
> Biker chick means black spandex, not leather, and a Marinoni, not a
Harley.
>
> "Four cheeseburgers and four large French Fries" is for you.
>
> You see a fit, tanned, Lycra-clad young woman ride by, and the first
> thing you check out is her bicycle.
>
> You empathize with the roadkill.
>
> Despite all that winter fat you put on, you'll skim weight by buying
> titanium components.
>
> You use wax on your chain, but not on your car.
>
> Your mud guards are made out of milk jugs.
>
> Your first course when you eat out is a large banana split.
>
> When driving, you yell "On Your Left!" on passing another car.
>
> You yell "Hole!" when you see a pothole while driving your car.
>
> Your bike has more miles on its computer then your car's odometer.
>
> You wear your riding gloves when driving your car.
>
> You wear your bike shorts swimming.
>
> You wear Charles River Wheelmen T-shirts all the time, including under

> dress shirts.
>
> Your bikes are worth more than your car.
>
> You buy a mini-van and immediately remove the rear seats to allow your

> bike(s) to fit.
>
> When you move to a new area the first thing you look for is a bike
shop.
>
> You have more bike jerseys than dress shirts.
>
> You take your bike along when you shop for a car - just to make sure
the
> bike will fit inside.
>
> You use the Yakima or Thule 'Fit Catalog' to pick your next new car
> instead of Consumer Reports.
>
> You start yelling at cars to "hold your line."
>
> You're comfortable bumping elbows with step vans.
>
> You view crashes as an opportunity to upgrade components.
>
> You clean your bike(s) more often then your car.
>
> You're on the Board of Directors for a Bike Club.
>
> You spend weeks during the summer spraying arrows on the sides of
roads.
>
> You and your significant other have and wear identical riding clothes.

>
> You mount a $600 cap, on a $1,000 pickup truck, so your $3,000 bike
> doesn't get wet.
>
> You can't seem to get to work by 8:30 AM, even for important meetings,

> but you don't have any problems at all meeting your buddies at 5:30 AM

> for a hammerfest.
>
> You can tell your spouse, with a straight face, that it's too hot to
mow
> the lawn and then bike off for a century.
>
> You regard inter-gender discussion of genital pain as normal.
>
> You know your cadence, but you have no idea what your speed is.
>
> When driving your car you lean over the steering wheel, just like an
aerobar.
>
>
> Your car sits outside your garage because your garage is full of bikes

> and cycling gear.
>
> You tailgate a semi-trailer to get the drafting effect.
>
> You know your Bike Nashbar customer number by heart.
>
> You hear someone had a crash and your first question is "How's the
bike?"
>
> You smile at your evening date, and she politely points out that you
seem
> to have bugs in your teeth.

Haha....a friend of mine sent this to me and I thought you'd all get a
kick out of it.  The scary part is that I'm realizing that the majority
of it definitely applies to my life...
Chelsea