I came across this quite funny post called 'Clear indicators you may be a cyclenut' on a blog by Tammy Salyer (read the rest here) - take the test. I date you! (I've bolded my favourites... add your own.

• On group rides, we think to ourselves things like, “wow, that guy has a nice set of cranks,” or “that woman has one sexy saddle,” and we’re not referring to their bikes.
• We feel naked in “normal” clothes because they don’t cling like our cycling shorts.
• No one can sit down in our offices because our bikes are leaning against the chairs. It’s not like we’re going to leave our babies outside.
• Instead of things in our houses being fixed with duct tape, they are simply wrapped with old tubes.
• During most rides, we clearly hear Phil and Paul in your head as they narrate our progress and prompt us to unpack our suitcases of courage.
• Instead of an extra shirt in our gear bags, we have extra sets of arm and leg warmers.
• We don’t have friends. We have training partners (and this applies to all endurance athletes).
• When faced with tough choices, we ask ourselves, “What would Lance do?”
• We LIKE ice baths.
• We have more cycling apps on our smart phones than we have numbers in our contact lists.
• We find nothing strange about having around twenty things from which to drink out of in our kitchens, only two of which aren’t bike bottles.
• It seems perfectly reasonable to eat a pint of strawberry ice cream for breakfast on long ride days.
• We consider it a personal insult when we are passed.
• We find two-tone skin very appealing.
• Our senses of propriety and taste are deeply wounded when we see handlebar tape that clashes with a paint job.
• Full carbon makes us salivate.
• We test different positions on downhills to see if we can bend the rules of physics to increase our terminal velocity.
• Squirrels and other darting rodents terrify us.
• We can eat three pints of strawberry ice cream after a ride and still be at a calorie deficit.
• Our snot rockets could seriously injure small children.
• We plan vacation schedules around the Giro and Le Tour.
• We automatically call out “on your left” when passing other shoppers at the grocery store. (via wejazz)
• When we compliment someone on their flashy jersey and they say, “bright colors make you faster,” we take some time to seriously consider the possibility.
• We don’t think this or this or this are too high a price to pay for a good ride.
• We no longer crack a grin at the brand names “Syn Lube” and “DZ Nuts.” Lubing properly is, after all, serious business.
• We can barely lift a bowling ball with our upper-body strength, but we could easily lift a Mini Cooper and its Sumo wrestling driver with the strength in our quads alone.
• We buy or rent houses based largely on the length and quality of our bike commute to work.
• We even shave your arms.
• Strawberry ice cream.
• We have a pet named “Cadence.”
• There are always empty Gu packets in our washing machines. (via wejazz)
• Dan Wuori (@dwuori on Twitter) cracks us up.
• We find ways to work exciting anecdotes about today’s stage of whatever race into EVERY conversation. Thus, we’re left to spend a lot of time talking to ourselves.
• We buy new bikes instead of replacing our dead kitchen stoves. Whatever, we still have our barbequeuers.
• We wanted to name our firstborn “Thor.” (You know who you are  )
• We hate gravel with the intensity most people reserve for brutal dictators or the guy who buys the last box of Honey Stingers.
• Sufferfest.
• Our partners have learned to preface simple requests of us after a long day of riding with “if you’re not too tired…”
• We read pedaltowardsdeath to be reminded of our mortality.
• Our bike trainers have their own rooms.