More proof of aging

Got on the bike a few times (other than the commute) last week, and I fear that the seemingly continuous deteriorating of my minisucs in both of my knees is going to at least hinder, if not end, my single-speed days. Rode Sugarbottom last night and the knees are screaming at me today.

Secondly, I went camping last night. Figured it wouldn't be too busy out there yet, but I was wrong. I got a spot and got set up after riding. Cooked some burgers over the fire and had a couple beers. And went to bed. Problem is, there were a couple of jackasses in the campground. One of them was playing music LOUD out of their car and another one actually had a stereo system going. I guess I've begun to equate holiday camping with going to the bars on New Years and St. Patty's day. Amateur night. I want nothing to do with it. I want peace and quiet. I haven't always been like that. There was a day when I was the jackass. If anybody understands the party life, it's me. So rather than flag down the ranger, I pulled up stakes, grabbed the fat beagle and went home.