AJ....wondering how old you think I am. I'm sitting in the front seat of the express train bound for 40. Maybe I'm going backwards after 15 years of tight reins. T will smarten me up.
It happens magically the day after your 40th b-day, Bro. When the songs you listened to in high school appear on the "oldies" station and the gal at the DoL smirks when you come in to ask about a motorcycle license. Its 50 thats the going backwards age, red Corvette, sofa-sized Harley etc. Just ask Bradford
