Stated flatly at lunch today: Not jumping out of Perfectly Good Airplanes, No Bungee Jumping, Not letting someone cut on my eyes and reshape them with lasers ("Lasik") just so I can 'look cool' without glasses. After lunch one of my buddies jumped on a motorcycle and tooled out of the parking lot. Make that item number four: distinct preference for four wheels and a solid cage of steel around my personal space, thank you so much.
So much for that mid-life crisis, at least so far. 'The wife' on the other hand is deep into hers. She's been wanting a mini so bad that she's already designed hers at the site.
(She insists that the recent purchase of a 'Kia' proves that I'm not being truthful. We'll see)
I wonder if it's contagious?