Sunday Bloody Sunday

I have to admit, I was not feeling the best today.  Having turned 60 has burdened me with all kinds of shit of my own making.  Why do I ride?  So I won’t get old.  What will happen if I get old?  I might loose my memory and have to rely on others.  Eventually someone will tell me I have to stop driving before I kill someone.   Meanwhile I go out and ride to squeeze the endorphins out and keep my mind sharp while I still have it.  I keep in mind the adage:  I didn’t stop riding because I got  old.  I got old because I stopped riding.  Yes that’s right, that old man with a leaky bladder and bad teeth is just right behind me and he’s not getting tired.  I can’t keep going at this pace forever.  Sooner or later, I’ll just have to let him catch me and merge his body with mine.