you know how to properly pronounce "Criville"

you walk proper lines through the grocery store with the cart.

you've ever had to explain the term "pucker factor".

you've paid $5.00 a gallon for gas without complaining.

your idea of a decent sort of house to buy is one with a basement and a big garage, a downhill driveway so you can bump-start your racebike, and a working toilet on the property somewhere.

you bought a race bike before buying a house.

you bought a race bike before buying furniture for the new house.

you're looking for a bike transport vehicle and still haven't bought furniture!

you hear "overcooked it" and think "off the track" instead of "Denny's".

you sit on your race bike in the garage and make bike noises and shift and practice your throttle blipping/braking, while waiting for your motor to get back from the shop.

you look at the purchase of tools as a long term investment.

at least one of your children was conceived at a race track.

your garage has more bikes than your house has bedrooms.

you have enough spare parts to build another bike

you have bike parts in your cubicle at work

you registered for wedding gifts at Marietta Motorsports

after your answer to "How was your weekend?" the next question is always: "And you do this for fun? Right?"

you've ported your 2-stroke lawn mower, chain saw, or weed eater

your reading material in your bathroom consists of a 1-888-FASTLAP catalog, and 400 bike magazines, none of which have centerfolds.

some people only know you by your racing class & bike number

your first date involves asking her to crew for you.

you plan your wedding around the race schedule.

you complain when cars in front of you on highway off-ramps don't stay on the line, causing your exit speed to drop.

you tell a friend you need to clean up the head this weekend and they think you mean the toilet.

you gladly pay $9 for a bottle of engine oil.

you hate long distance driving, but gladly drive 800 miles to the race track.

you save broken bike parts as "momentos".

you've found your lawnmower runs pretty good on 108 octane gas

you've got 3 immaculate race bikes always race ready, but your wife has to nag you for 2 months before you fix the headlight in her car.