I'll admit right off that afternoon naps have become part of my summer routine - but did I just doze through the return of the Celtic Tiger?
I must have done a Rip van Winkle given the news that the humble pedal pusher is now clocking in at a price upwards of €1,200.
A grand and a bit for a bike - like, seriously?
The tax incentive increase in the Cycle To Work scheme announced as part of the Covid-19 stimulus package has now been raised from a thousand yo-yos to €1,250 for regular bicycles and €1,500 for pedal assisted electric models.
A figure that would, not so long ago, have sufficed as a reasonable house deposit has now morphed into the entrance fee for the 'Mamil' club, who clog up the lanes and frighten the children every Saturday morning.
But suffice to say there's little chance of me ever joining those 'middle-aged men in lycra' if that's the kind of readies needed upfront to glory in belly-hugging jerseys and budgie-smuggling shorts.
Far be it from me to stick my finger in the spokes of freewheeling capitalism, but this is surely one notion that's clearly gone well over the handlebars for us regular folks.
If a quick scan of the small ads will buy me a decent 2010 motor with less than 100,000km on the clock for the same price as a two-wheeler purgatory open to the elements, why in the world would I spare a thought for sweating polar bears on their ever-shrinking ice floes?
Mind you, when those wheel masters from Deliveroo and Just Eat whizz by me in traffic every evening, I do pause to regard my own growing girth and the five-speed gear not taken.
If there's a cycle lane in Heaven, chances are Flann O'Brien is pausing there this morning to wonder just how well his trusty £5 boneshaker would shape up against the carbon-fibre roadrunners of 2020.
In fact, as I splutter my morning scone at this €1,200 highway robbery, O'Brien's observations on man and machine from 'The Third Policeman' come to mind.
People who spend most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles over the rocky roads "get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them and you would be surprised at the number of people in these parts who are nearly half people and half bicycles".
In the end, the people who'll be laughing all the way to the bicycle sheds are probably the Greens - they've been spouting the joys of pedal power for so long now.
In fact, could it be their fiendish plot to get us all walking . . . ?