I remember moving to Lakewood when my grandmother was in her mid-60s and wow was she old - rickety, crotchety, cranky, white-haired old.
Does it hurt anybody else to look in the mirror some days?
When I turned 40, I remember thinking, whoa! Same thing for 50. But 60? This birthday might take a little getting used to. How many summers more can I look forward to?
(Do I dare eat a peach? Remember having to read T.S. Eliot in English class?)
All of these kind of thoughts were banging around in my brain Saturday when I went to the Watkins Glen Race Track and marveled at the youthfulness and energy of the crowd. It probably didn't help that I had a world-class hangover from the July 4th activities.
But as I was walking around I spotted a green 1965 Triumph Spitfire, a twin to the first car I ever owned. In fact, who knows, it could be the first car I ever owned, just restored. I can't imagine there are too many of those in circulation.
Like all first loves, I remember the car quite fondly, even though it spent quite a bit of time in a shop down on Washington Street in Jamestown being fixed, draining away the money I was earning as a lifeguard at Lakewood Beach.
Maybe for a 60th birthday present I should go shopping for another one. I think the Admiral would like it a lot better than any of the motorcycles I've been looking at buying.
Zoooooooommmmm.
1965 Triumph Spitfire
2 comments:
Hello Mike :-)
I turned the big 60 on May 4th. All it really means is that you'll classified as "older than dirt" :-) But if my Mom were still alive this July 11th she would have been 100 - whew!! And my Dad, who is still very much living, turned 90 this last March 4th. He's doing okay. We were down there in Tennessee for Father's Day and had a good time :-)
Later Dude :-)
Allan
Oh yes! I do remember seeing that little sports car. It was often parked outside the Hide-A-Way as I recall. A few other places, too. But I won't tell! :-)
Cheryl
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