- When I do laundry, most of it is biking clothes
- If I’m not riding, I’m thinking of/planning/obsessing about my next ride
- I take better care of my bike than I do of my car (disclaimer: my bike is also worth more than my car is. Not a super-expensive bike, an old car)
- My bike lives in my bedroom, where nobody else can touch it
- I regularly check out other people’s bikes, whether they are being ridden or parked or on cars
- I have marks on my carpet from setting down a spinning wheel to stop it
- I regularly have bike grease/lube on my hands
- When I see others cycling, I think, “I wish I was doing that…”
- I’m thinking about my next bike even though I know I won’t be able to get one for a long time.
But, the clincher was when I discovered that
- I have bike grease on my nightshirt…
Hey, Heidi! I’ve never had bike grease on my pj’s, but I, too, experience signs that this cycling thing just might be an addiction. Is it okay if I copycat this post with my own symptoms and link back to your original?
Hey, Alicia! Of course I don’t mind, in fact I’m flattered that you like the idea! You never have to ask to borrow ideas from me – we’re alike enough that you would have had the idea at some point anyway
You are SO my kind of woman.