You guys are scary. I don't think this qualifies as a mid life crisis unless
the plan is to live to 130. As a mere youngster of 58 I only need to live to
116 to be half way there.
Bill Babcock
Babcock & Jenkins
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From: owner-fot@autox.team.net [mailto:owner-fot@autox.team.net] On Behalf
Of N197TR4@cs.com
Sent: Thursday, June 09, 2005 9:22 AM
To: frede.thomas2@verizon.net; bill@rarebits4classics.co.uk;
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Subject: Re: MID LIFE CRISIS
Gee Fred,
I resemble this. So does Bill Dentinger. When he needs a check up, he just
mails his shorts to the Dr.
> If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading
> it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my
finish
> and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.
> My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once sleek
as
> a little T/R: now they look more like a Buick.
>
> My cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging. Seat
belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy Kreme opened a shop in my
neighborhood!
Air bags? Forget it. The only bags I have these day are under my eyes.
Not counting the saddlebags, of course. I have ssssssssoooo many miles on
my
odometer. Sure, I've been many places and seen many things, but when's the
last time an appraiser factored the experiences against depreciation?
My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close. Night vision....forget it!!
My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid
and bump into things even in the best of weather. My whitewalls are
stained
with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed. My fuel burns inefficiently.
But here's the worst of it------------almost every time I sneeze, cough, or
sputter--------my radiator leaks!!
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