Perhaps I'm too boring to have had a mid-life crisis.
I tend to be a bit thrifty as well.
Years ago Marianne told me that if I ever felt the need
to choose between a Mustang convertible and a blonde,
to choose the blonde, because "you're such a cheap date,
you'll save us money!!!"
Over the past few years a good number of my friends have
acquired motorcycles. Big Harleys. The kinds that give your insides a sonic
massage when they start 'em up. I'm happy for 'em. I really am.
But for me, every time I see my friends on their bikes, I see
myself...50 years ago.
My friends and I had all seen the movie classic "The Great Escape".
We all had bicycles. We all had baseball cards.
All our Moms had clothes pins.
Simply affix a couple baseball cards to the frame of your bike with
the clothes pins and insert them into the spokes.
I. Became. Steve. McQueen.
It's a wonder I survived.
Too bad the baseball cards didn't.
Considering what they'd be worth today,
I could be hoppin' on a Harley myself.
Never mind the blonde.