IAmRider

J'ai vu ce post sur muddbunnies, j'ai trouvé ça trop drôle...Je me suis reconnu dans plusieurs de ces "statements" et vous?

You know you are a female mountain biker when....

when you have bike lube in your purse and tampons in your camel back

you have more bike socks than regular in your drawer.

You have more bike stuff than bras hanging on the clothes line....

You wear sports bras daily, and can't remember the last time you bought something at Victoria's Secret (which you may or may not have regretted during a recent date :redface)

The above-mentioned date refers to you as his "sexy trail biker" instead of the usual "honeybun" or "sweetiepie."

You have to resist the temptation to buy little jerseys as baby gifts for friends (though t-shirts, helmets, and accessories for their first trike are fair game.)

You wonder if anything in your arsenal of power food helps with cramps (Endurox? PowerBars? Gatorade? Dammit!!!)

It occurs to you that the only two times you've ever gone for waxing were before week-long bike trips.

You can blow snot rockets with the best of em

when you're proud of all thoses bruises, chain ring tatoos and scrapes that cover your legs and other parts

..when your dining room is really the bike room.

...when you check the loacl weather for wind speed/direction to decide road or mtb.

...when you are putting away the laundry sports bras and bike socks go into the bike box, not the dresser.

...sock shopping involves looking for bike socks that won't clash with work slacks. Brown bikes sock are hard to find.

Instead of artificial flowers in a basket on the buffet, you have an arrangement of colorful water bottles.

You have one purse...and 4 Camelbacks.

You have more bike shoes than dress shoes, and more jerseys than dresses.

You preface a visit to any new doctor with the statement: "I am not a victim of domestic violence"

Or you get inordinately excited when the ER doc examining you after your latest crash confesses he's a mountain biker too and starts to compare scars. (happend to me believe it or not).

All your vacations are planned around biking and bike destinations.

You have more bikes than all of your neighbours combined.

Your biking s.o. expresses pride when you can look at a new bike and immediately spot the new integrated disc brake adapter. And that you even know what a disc brake adapter is.

You choose your dog's breed based on whether it will make a good trail dog or not.

You have a four person family and there are over 25 bikes in the household.

You spend $15-20 on a good sports bra but wouldn't consider spending that much on a regular bra.

You have yet to find a "women's" deodorant that does any good on the trails.

your friends introduce you as "this is Mary. She's got balls!"

90% of your wardrobe contains lycra. Especially jeans, because you can't fit your quads into anything less than a size 12, but your waist is still a 6.

You LOVE porn. Bike porn, that is.

You meet a great guy who you have a ton in common with... including biking! When you ask what he rides, he says "a Devinci". When you ask which one, he doesn't know. It's blue, he says. What kind of drive train does it have? He doesn't know. But it's a mountain bike! You suddenly have somewhere you have to be.

You spend more than 10% of your annual income on new bike purchases, never mind getting to races, race entry fees, and food. All non-food purchases are equated to bikes. (I could go to dinner... or I could buy the Cannondale bunny socks...)

You eat four meals a day. So?