When you take to the saddle as soon as you feel the first signs of a recovery from 4 days of sickasadogitus (see previous post). Only to ride for 15 mins and discover you're still as weak as water, then return to home and face the "I told you so" craic from the wife, but still feel good that you've spun the peddles a few times.
When you actually feel like a complete jerk for driving the car to work on a cold snowy day... even though your snow bike got more attention yesterday than your wife.
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