Maybe you toyed with bikes now and then before you were bitten by the bug? Were you unsure if you were good enough, experienced enough, or fast enough to call yourself a cyclist? Or did you live in denial, hoping nobody you knew would spot you wearing lycra?

 

Complete the sentence, in all seriousness or with humour, as you wish.

Please, no extra commentary or thread highjacks- just start with  '..when'

 

Finally, I knew I was a REAL cyclist when...

 

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...when buying more cycling clothes takes precedence over new jeans, shirts etc

... when you're sat at home recovering and you want to be on the bike even if it is cold enough to freeze the 'bbbb's off a brass monkey'!

When my two cars have to park in the drive way as the bikes have taken all the space in the car port

When there is more lycra on the clothes line than anything else

When my cycling shoes are more expensive than any other shoes I own

When The Toy Boy gets washed more than the cars

When a peleton of riders go past I couldn't tell you what sex was riding the bikes but I could tell you what bikes were being ridden, groupsets etc...

When I turned down a trip to Asia because The Toy Boy couldn't come

When my credit card statement is full of bike/components purchases

When the Cleo, Cosmo, Womans Day magazines are replaced with every cycling magazine imaginable

 

Is there a cure?
No cure, sorry it's permanent!
I recently had no second thoughts about paying $15 for a cycling magazine. I think I'm a goner too!

...when weather like last night's stopped being an obstacle for my riding

...when i took up bike polo!

when my checked in baggage is a bike !! and its coming to england with me.

...when i took up bike polo!

 

Nah, that just classifies you as a nutter (and yes, I am peeved that I've been unable to get out).

. . . my bike waits inside at the front door, ready for its next outing, tomorrow.
...when i could ride up a steep hill, feel completely stuffed but kept going and recovered on the bike rather than stopping and catching my breath.

What's a REAL cyclist?! I don't know, and I commute by bike/wear lycra/have pedals more expensive than some people's bikes/have a running account at my LBS/climb Nortons most weekends.

… and I still feel someone will see me as a wannabe. eh, so be it …

I knew I was a REAL cyclist when i feel the wind in my hair, i realise i have forgotten my helmet and just as i'm turning around to get it I realise I'm walking Not riding.

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