I thought to myself "I can't be getting this old and tired that steering through these corners is such a chore". Working my way back to the parking lot proved different, each corner I had to take a little slower, every obstacle more tentative. My age was really showing now, 10 years ago this would have been nothing for me to peddle through. Today, it became a display of how not to ride the desert.
Eventually I hit the parking lot threw my bike in the car and headed home. Starting up the trail I had high expectations that were realized on the start of the decent, but as I got lower down the reality of the aging process took hold. I felt as if I had taken a big step backwards and needed to go ride some dirt roads to get back with it. Arriving home and feeling down I took the bike out of the car and placed it in the garage. As I cleaned out the rest of the gear I thought how did all these rocks get in the back of the car. Upon closer inspection it was actually chunks of rubber. I imediatly went to the bike to inspect it and to my shock most of the knobbies on the tires were now missing; quite a few removed down to the core wraps.
They weren't like this when I prepeared to leave the night before. Then it became clear I didn't get any older at all, it was the tires that got older. Needless to say riding is now on hold till I can throw a new set of knobbies on the bike.