I can tell that I'm starting to feel old. My favorite songs are now called "classic rock" or "oldies". My parents and I can complain to each other about our various aches and pains.
And I am trying to relive my youth. How? you ask.
I. Want. This. Car.
Muscle cars bring back many memories and I love to see them on the road. Every year you see less and less of them. What a thrill if you see a 1969 Camero Z28 or a GTO. They became very popular in the mid 60's through the 70's when I was an impressionable young girl.
I watch Mecum muscle car autions on TV and can't believe the prices that some of them go for. The buyers of these cars have it worse than I do not to mention they've got much more disposable income. A muscle car was never in my future but that's okay, I like a little more luxury than what an original offers.
Then I see this car...
I will have this car.
Maybe not this year but I will have it.
Honey, start planning for it.
5 comments:
Yes you are getting old, frumpy and set in your ways, LOL! As we get older we turn into our parents, it's the curse......!
Speak for yourself, no where did I say I was frumpy!! Never have been and never will be. :)
you didn't, I did!!!!!!
I hit frumpy at 35 and I don't care!
I like the looks of those cars, but they are never comfortable for me. Plus, most of them don't have AC, so they're not on my list.
My body is old, I know it. However, my brain is rebelling against aging. I am constantly picking up new music and I try to watch at least one youth-oriented tv show each season. Not only do I really enjoy this stuff, but it gives me some minor insight into the alien who lives in my house and cause himself my progeny.
Fight the power! Fight aging!
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