Weekends are weird. I got back on my bike for the first time in a while… a real bike, as opposed to a trials bike I tried to take on a pump park and the unicycle I’ve been using to try to rebuild some stamina.  Which brings me back to this morning’s bike ride.  I returned to some old favorite trails, and they’d been changed.  I’ve visited before all the changes were finished a while back, but today- well, the park redesign is all done, and the erosion-fighting re-arrangement of all the trails is done…

and my son now knows my old favorite trails better than I do.

Getting old sucks.  But when he goes off to college and his brother starts driving himself to school… well, my bike might get some more use then.

Or, hey, decrepitude is in fashion these days, ain’t it?  I could go that direction.