mid-life hair fear?

how and when did that happen?

The puddles were smaller this morning than yesterday afternoon. Onced fully covered trails now had slick little edges of drying mud. My tires chewed it up like a chubby toddler on a chocolate cake throwing this silty sensation straight up my back.

Splattering off the back of my helmet, I could feel little lumps land behind my collar. They’d slowly force their way between my shoulder blades eventually ending up as a little brown non poo lump in between my butt cheeks.

Have you ever traveled thirty kilometers on a bike with a lump of silt in between your butt cheeks? If you have, you know the joy. If you haven’t, I can guarantee that you want to try this. You must try this. Especially if you are a particularly hairy human.

It may have something to do with aging, but I find hair in the most surprising places these days. As a man in his fifties, I’m never surprised or shocked by hair on other people. People can be as ape like as they like. I fear my own hair.

It’s not like my hair actually sc…