It happens every summer.... I reach late July and start to panic. In a few days it will be August and after that, summer is officially over in this part of Canada. Oh sure, we get nice weather, but all the camp grounds close, trout season closes.... All summer activity ceases and the schools re-open. Forty-some years ago I didn't make those distinctions; summer was just one long bicycle ride. Myself and the guys in my neighbourhood would ride from sun-up until after dark, riding as fast as we could to nowhere special. Once a month or so we would take a lunch and head off to some distant destination for a change of pace and scenery. It wasn't unusual for us to put nearly fifty miles a day on our rides. Today, I can hardly ride at all, my knees hurt, my butt doesn't like the seats available on modern bikes, and my cardio-vascular system pumps and wheezes like some old steam heater in a Dickensian factory. To quote Garth Brooks (and this is probably the only time I will...) "I'm much too young to feel this damned old!"
~Still Wandering
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