Congrats Richard H you win! I will drop it off at The Bike Route for pick up. Now you won’t run out for awhile. Some really funny comments on this post. Thanks everyone for chiming in.
How Do You Know That You Are A Cyclist?
On your drive to work you check the flags for wind direction.
Your buddies give you a hard time for not shaving your legs.
You find yourself drafting semi trucks on your commute (in your car).
You are no longer ashamed to walk into the gas station in colorful stretchy pants.
You rub lube on your welllll…ahhh…under carriage.
Your significant other says “go for a ride, your much more pleasant to be around after.”
Uber weird tan lines are a point of pride.
At the swimming pool someone asks what you do for work because of your uber weird tan lines.
Laying around in bed you playback the race in your mind trying to pinpoint your fail.
You have broken your collarbone.
You know what the white bull is.
You get pissed when STRAVA fails.
You get pissed when you forget to turn on STRAVA.
You get pissed when you get that email “Uh-oh Richard H just stole your KOM.”
You get pissed when you get that email “Uh-oh Ali R just stole your QOM.”
You have only stopped at the Hogeye Mall on your bike.
When a car pulls up with bikes on it, you judge them based on what steeds are attached to it.
You notice how hard others are breathing on the climb but you play it cool and breath quietly until you pass them.
take a leak go number one just about anywhere.
Changing clothes in the parking lot with hundreds of others feels normal.
You go on three hour rides and still hardly know the people you are riding with.
I know you have one. What say you!? Leave any comment (no limit) below to be entered for the win.
What can I win?
A pouch of super delicious CLIF SHOT hydration drink mix. One of these is good for twenty bottles. Thanks CLIF BAR!
The winner will be selected at random.
Winner will be announced Friday.
Must be in the continental US (for mailing purposes).
You find yourself researching how many watts equals 1 horsepower.
You refer to legs as “Guns”
You own more bike shoes than dress shoes.
When walking down the sidewalk you panic when you realize you don’t have your helmet on.
You don’t wear a watch but have at least two bike computers.
When you see someone while riding, and you do a trick. (tail whip or wheelie) 🙂
When you put your bike on the roof rack, you more than double the value of your vehicle.
Awesome. Too funny.
Priorities! Love it
Honey, buy any car you want. It’s your car. But it probably should be a 4WD with a hitch, you know…just in case.
You buy an extended cab pickup exclusively to put your bike in the backseat.
You develop such a poker face that know one knows you’re hurting until you’ve blown up all over the road…
Hogeye Mall one is genius! And true
You spend more time researching aero frames and wheels, lighter components, riding positions, drafting to get faster… BUT you will never cut donuts, ice cream and beer out of your diet to lose some weight.
When someone that you haven’t seen for a while asks, “what have you been up to lately?” and, literally, the only thing that comes to mind is cycling.
I think Steve and Greg are in a two-way tie right now.
When you wake up wondering what KOM you are going to try to steal that day. And you worry how long your one KOM will last on that segment that nobody even knows about nor even cares.
I don’t know Heath. Stephen’s comment below is pretty rad.
When you check this site at least 3 times a week.
I like what you are putting down!
When you show your wife other riders Strava mileage to justify more riding time for yourself.
When you try to schedule your travel for work around the racing calendar.
When you lay in bed awake at night tossing because you have a weird click somewhere in your drivetrain that you can’t find. Or your wife thinks something is wrong in your relationship because you’re not talking, or have that blank stare, while you’re obsessing about that click.
You are not bothered by the fact that your legs are shaved smoother than your wife’s.
Your crit racing strategies are applied to driving.
You share your Strava achievements with your non-cyclist significant other, like they care about it … or even know what it is for that matter…
How about if someone (not naming any names) creates a STRAVA segment on your street and doesn’t tell the person living there…jerk…ahhh I mean someone.
Ha! Yours for the taking – if you want it!
You keep a growing list of segments you want to try after seeing the segments on other people’s Strava rides.
You know all of the names and stats of the riders in the pro peloton, but don’t know who’s playing in the final four.
I am guilty as charged!
Sitting at work dreamIng of the next ride. Can’t wait to ride again!
You take vacation based upon race & training schedule…
your kitchen shelves start looking like those in GNC…
knowing the weather forecast by the hour vs. by the day…
That is so true!
When you convince the rest of the family that Park City UT is a great vacation spot. That just happens to have a couple mtb trails and you may go riding “once or twice” during the stay.
I need this let me win !!!
Your wife doesn’t want you to shave your legs, and your best argument is all the other guys are doing it.
yes. been there. it makes so much sense until you have to try and explain it.
you know who Cosmo Catalano is…
you know the true meaning of HTFU…
When you ride enough to forget you are out of drink mix!
You tell your significant other that you are going for quick ride and come back 4 hours later.
Well, that is pretty quick….for a 80-plus mile ride, right?
When you stay in the roundabouts for laps in the car because it’s crit season. All while your wife slumps in the seat from embarrassment.
You know all the best roads and hills for doing intervals around town, but can’t navigate by car to save your life.
You are constantly staring at your stem.
90% of your medicine cabinet consists of products for treating road rash.
Everyone tells you that you look skinny, but you still feel fat because your W/Kg isn’t high enough.
Yes! That last one.
You sleep with your bike.
Comment I like clifs.
You have a serious conversation with your wife trying to convince her Boonen is a great first name for your first son.
Out running errands in your foreign (normal) clothing you sorta recognize someone but you are not sure because they are wearing a strange baggy cotton t-shirt thingy. You try to picture them in spandex and you have a aha moment. But they are gone.
Haha, guilty. Sometimes, I just remember the bike and nothing about the person. “Oh you’re the guy who rides the S5 with deep dish HEDs!”
You drive in full kit, gloves & helmet to the local group ride or race because you are running late.