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Quite wise, as we get older we tend to exercise less. The walk will do you good.I am not driving 99 miles for a cheeseburger.
Quite wise, as we get older we tend to exercise less. The walk will do you good.I am not driving 99 miles for a cheeseburger.
IMO no one makes country music any more, it died sometime after the mid '70's.
Maybe that's another sign that I'm old.
My complaint about old age.....at the point I can afford a sports car I can't get into it. At the point I finally understood how to hit a curveball ...well I can't....and the point in my life I can afford to travel where ever/whenever the hell I want.....truth is I want to stay home.Went to a Nissan dealership yesterday as a lark, to check out the electric cars. Did that, but also saw a really sporty Z type model on the showroom floor that really caught my eye. Dawned on me that now that I can actually afford a sexy car like that, the body is too damned old to climb down into it without at least some aches and pains. Now I know why a lot of other geezers my age prefer Cadillacs.
Went to a Nissan dealership yesterday as a lark, to check out the electric cars. Did that, but also saw a really sporty Z type model on the showroom floor that really caught my eye. Dawned on me that now that I can actually afford a sexy car like that, the body is too damned old to climb down into it without at least some aches and pains. Now I know why a lot of other geezers my age prefer Cadillacs.
The model with the suicide doors?A large part of the reason I could afford such a toy is because I don’t buy such toys.
But they do catch my eye. Sure would like to own a ’61 thru ’65 Lincoln, for instance, impractical as I know it would be.
Suicide doors was always a misnomer for me, a would be suicide has far less painful ways of popping their mortal coil. Having said that, I do understand, from experience, why the doors are so called. Out driving in the old MG, I realised that the driver's door wasn't correctly fastened. How stupid was I to open the door with the intention of slamming it shut? The wind got hold of it and ripped it straight off the retaining strap, leaving me exposed to the elements, without a seat belt, of course. I had no need of laxatives for weeks.The model with the suicide doors?
Back in 1987, I treated my wife to a little sports car called, The Sirocco Scala, a car that she absolutely adored. It was made by Volkswagen.Went to a Nissan dealership yesterday as a lark, to check out the electric cars. Did that, but also saw a really sporty Z type model on the showroom floor that really caught my eye. Dawned on me that now that I can actually afford a sexy car like that, the body is too damned old to climb down into it without at least some aches and pains. Now I know why a lot of other geezers my age prefer Cadillacs.
The proliferation of "redneck culture" to parts of the country where it is in no way native is another example of this.
The model with the suicide doors?
I know a guy who lives in a suburb, works in an office, wears a cowboy hat, boots, and all the clothes. He identifies as a redneck. But he's just another middle class guy from the subdivision, with an identity crisis. Just like all the other guys from the gated community who mimic rap videos. I guess there's nothing cool about being middle class suburbanites.
My grandfather owned a successon of pickup trucks, from 1930s models to 1960s models. Their primary role was to haul the family's junk and garbage to the dump. At no time did he, or we, ever consider them symboilic of "guts and glory." Fish guts sometimes, but never glory.
60 years or so ago I was an avid Revell model builder and one of my faves was I think a 61 Linc with the suicide doors. Painted a pearlescent (sp?) winter white. Lowered the frame and chopped the roof...I too dreamt of owning one for real.Yup. The much restyled later version, the ’66 thru ’69, also had back doors hinged at the rear, but I much, much prefer the earlier ones.
Lincoln doesn’t have a sedan among its offerings anymore. The last one, which had a short run just recently, also had suicide doors. I can’t say that I ever actually saw one on the road. Very few were produced.
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A person could have predicted (as I did, several years ago) that marketing consumer items to appeal to a “redneck” slice of the population would come back to bite.
Witness Harley-Davidson, for instance. Harley riders aren’t uniformly old, white, pot-bellied racists, of course. But old, white, pot-bellied racist motorcyclists uniformly ride Harleys. (Okay, almost uniformly, anyway. Hedging my bets here.)
I imagine then a defining sign of very old age would be the motorized rocking chair/lazy boy?You know you're old when you sit in a rocking chair & can't get it going.