When people say Eddy and you think of Eddy Merckx and not Eddie McGuire!
An excellent way of sorting the wheat from the chaff
When friends and work colleagues ask if you actually own a car.
When you walk into shops with reflectors and a bright yellow vest on and not feel like a freak.
I still feel like a bit of a freak walking into a shopping centre in lycra. You tend to get those weird looks, but most tend to realize what your doing pretty quickly.
Wow that's guts on so many fronts. Two of which include riding to a shopping centre and actually parking your bike there and leaving it presumably under lock and key but even so. The second is and I'm picturing you walking around in TTP in lycra and bike shoes. Spectacular.
Sue, know what you mean on both counts.
Jeremy, I wear casual clothing all the time, ready for when I cycle: 3 things to cycle to today, plus the post office. Lycra is unsuitable for me and my destinations for bicycle transport. What takes guts is flak from cyclists telling me that I do not look like a 'real cyclist' because of my clothing and bike set up for utility cycling. Still recall when I cycled to TDU at Willunga with male cyclists, who then said they would leave me in the town because I could not cycle Old Willunga Hill to watch KOM. Proved I could.
... you've ridden along five different roads, and you still haven't changed direction.
... you know where the hobbit-house is.
... you squeeze in a quick spin along the coast and make Outer Harbour, and then notice the stiff south-wester.
... you're pissed off that the Holland St bridge is still closed.
... your steed waits patiently when tethered to a post at the Wheaty.
... you turn up to a bike ride in a car.