One of those moments

Friday afternoon. Heading home from work, I pull onto the heavily congested highway. It's a beautiful day- high 70s, sunny, a little haze in the air. So, I decide to open the sunroof and windows of my paid-for sensible sedan with a child safety seat in the back.

I start to get up some speed, I feel the wind in my rapidly graying hair, and I reach down to crank up the volume so I could hear the AM talk radio. Right then it hits me:

Damn. I'm old.

I need to go shooting this weekend.