You might be a climber if...

You name your dog "Rock" just to fk with people @ the crag.

you get mistaken for a coke head regularly...

... your climbing/ice boots/approach shoes are more than two thirds the total number of shoes you own

when you'er the only one in the room who doesn't think beta is something that used to go in a vcr in the 80's

when while getting finger printed you are asked " what happened to your finger prints" ( this actually happened to me btw)

pooler wrote:when while getting finger printed you are asked " what happened to your finger prints" ( this actually happened to me btw)

When asked to pull over and get directions you snap back "NO BETA!"

Your rack costs more than your rack transportation vehicle.

Your gas tank and oil pan are concave.

You go through sunglasses like kleenex.

You've mastered the ability to bathe with a pint of water.

You budget for NPS tickets.

You use climbing knots to tie your gate, dog, lanyards, etc.

You're more anxious about rush hour traffic than run outs

you try to quit climbing more than once, but keep coming back.

...whenever you see rocks while your driving, you get excited...forget your driving, and start swerving into oncoming traffic.

Keithb00ne wrote:you try to quit climbing more than once, but keep coming back.

You wear Sanuks with your dress pants/shirt to work. Or you could just be living in Boulder.

You aspire to live in a van.

you spend more time on actual rock than posting on mp.

Your 3 section fold out MadRock crashpad is the best you can do for a guest bed in the corner for visiting family and friends.

You text "Wanna go climbing?" so much your phone has it memorized.

when you "pay rent" at your girlfriends house....

Woodchuck ATC wrote: OR, your Prana pants and clean shirt are your best dress clothes for attending weddings and funerals.

jack s. wrote: Haha, just did this about a month ago at a friends wedding, then climbed in them the next day.

...you store your 100 ft. extension cord in a mountaineer's coil.

when your neighbors kids see all that crap hanging from your tree(bachar ladder, hangboard, campus board, woody)...they say "Is that a playground?"

You go online to post some anecdotal quips in an effort prove to yourself and others that you're a climber.