One More...

My apologies for not blogging lately - Yes I am alive and yes, I promise to write (two) new blog entries in the next few days. Some exciting personal stuff going on... and writing the thesis is still sucking salty donkey balls.

However... in the name of "Cheese" I couldn't resist this one (below). It is just so damn true. I edited all the lines I didn't think were funny or didn't apply to me... and look at how many are left! It's sad, in a way.

You Know You're Addicted to Cycling When...

You no longer require a hankie to blow your nose. 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 Trek. A Power Bar starts tasting better than a Snickers. 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 see nothing wrong with discussing the connection between hydration and urine color. You refuse to buy a couch because that patch of wallspace is taken up by the bike. You see a fit, tanned, Lycra-clad young man ride by, and the first thing you check out is his bicycle. You empathize with the roadkill. Your bike has more miles on its computer then your car's odometer. 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 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 view crashes as an opportunity to upgrade components. 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. 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.

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