Cycling Joke

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On Saturday morning, a roadie gets up early, as he has for so many Saturday morning rides, and softly slips out of the bedroom.

He dresses quietly in the next room, grabs his helmet and water bottles, and goes out to pump the tires. As the garage door opens, he’s confronted by an icy, windswept rain.

He’s ridden before in these conditions. He doesn’t like it, but when it’s Saturday morning he never misses. He
ponders the dismal conditions and then retreats to the kitchen to tune a small TV to the Weather Channel.

The forecast only sounds worse. This is one Saturday when he just can’t summon the determination.

With a sigh, he slips off his shoes, quietly returns to the bedroom, undresses and slips back into bed.

There he cuddles up to his wife’s back and whispers, “The weather out there is terrible.”

To which she sleepily replies, “Can you believe my husband went riding in that ****?”

 

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You are a cycling addict if your New Years resolution is to put more miles on your bike than your car, and you do it.

 

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You are a cycling addict if you clean your bike(s) more often than your house.

 

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You are a cycling addict if you see nothing wrong with discussing the connection between hydration and urine color.

 

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You are a cycling addict if you can tell your other half, with a straight face that it’s too hot to mow the lawn and then bike off for a century.

 

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You are a cycling addict if you regard inter-gender discussion of your genital pain/size/shape/utility as normal.

 

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You are a cycling addict if you have more bike jerseys than low-cut tops.