Don't get old. It's a bitch

I just bought a telescoping cane to take on my bike rides. My 80 year
old bladder requires trips off the trail and into the woods. 52 miles
yesterday and six trips into the woods. In warmer weather I sweat the
water out.  Sometimes I'm in a hurry because there are a few places
along the trail where there are no woods to run into. Now I have to
figure out how to mount it on the Catrike where I can get to it.

Heed my warning. Don't get old. Oh wait, it might be better than the
alternative.

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C'est bon
Soloman