Well, Hell. I'm actually doing quite well. Most of the time. I'm seriously struggling with getting fucking old. Lotta shit I can no longer do. But I can put my face in the wind for a few hundred miles-Lotta pleasure in that, I gotta say.
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Ah yes, that old chestnut, getting old. It happens to the best of us I suppose and it beats the alternative (not having the chance to get old). I get what you mean though, it's inhibiting at times and yet the mind remembers the good old days and wants to replicate them.