You know you're getting old when...

Probably not a proper subject but it's really bothering me. After a 20+ year haitus from hot rods (way too long I know), I'm back. But it's not the same. What I'm noticing:

Bending down to pick up a bolt or tool results in picking up everything within arms sweep while already down there to avoid repeats.

Doing things you used to do yourself without a moments hesitation, like jerking a tranny or hood becomes "I'll wait until my neighbor gets home".

Instead of diving under the car, tools in hand, you stare down at the creeper and think "Sh*t, here I go, do I have everything I need?", and:

"Lifts are for wimps", has been replaced by "I really need a lift".

The wrenching diet of MicDonalds, Cokes and beer has been replaced by health food, Ginko Biloba and prescriptions.

Long days and nights in the shop are now a couple hours work and a nap.

When the wife gives you that Come Hither Look you think damn, if I do that I'll be too pooped to get any work done.

Instead of busting out to the garage first thing in the morning, you hang around the HAMB for an hour.

Anything else?

 

You learn that profanity is a force multiplier.

 

My kid brought a recliner and put it in my shop. I scoffed at the idea....but, I rather enjoy a few minutes repose to recharge my
self and do take bit of snooze there occasionally.

 

Works for me

 

hell yah, I just have a nap , dream about working the garage, then the hell with it, have another nap , been there -still there ! I just hope it doesn't get any worse, hell I'm only 50 years old _WTF

 

It used to be that no matter how much I abused myself in the shop, tomorrow would be a new day and I could start over again.

Now...not so much.

Maybe, every week is a new week!

 

I buy the janitor in the drum size advil take three or four before starting three or four after followed by a vitamin, acid pill and a large gin and tonic ! yep getting old sucks

 

...you start to talk about something, go through all the details and just when you get ready to make a point...


....what was I talking about?

 

Nope old is when you quit gettin that come hither look.

I still eat Micky D's but I do have a rational of pills that happen besides and I have always preferred coffee to coke, some things never change.

A lot of what you say is true and I never really took a hiatus, I am slowing way down though, I don't get much done.

Here is my take on it what I used to do al night now takes me all night to do.

 

When I tell the wife I have research to do it really means I' m headed to the recliner. Works for me.

 

Fat chance ether one of those are gonna happen! HRP

 

I now place items higher on the shelf so I don't have to crawl on the floor to get them. It used to be the heavier things on the bottom shelf... now they go on the middle shelf. But now the shelf unit is bolted to the wall.

Bob

 

when...your balls get cold and the head of your pecker turns blue
commence to diddle
it bends in the middle
Did this ever happen to you?

 

x2

 

You know you're getting old when...

...you see a thread titled "You know you're getting old when" and you click on it to see what you can relate to rather than what the old farts are up to.

 

Gospel my friend Gospel..getting older sucks, but Dying is worse !!

 

"Getting old ain't for sissies"

 

I was home a week or so ago and my father was working on an old truck i could hear him grumbling about this bullshit this, son of a b that. I was working on something else and walked by him a few times over an hour and a half. He was working between me and the fridge. the last few times I walked by he was in the same spot. like exactly the same spot. so I crawled under to see what he was doing.
SLEEPING
the things to look forward to

 

you get on the creeper, car on jackstands, and you cannot turn your head to make your vision focus on what you are trying to do through either lens on your bifocals!
You no longer want to get up at 4AM to be first through the gate at a swapmeet, too cold, too far away, the list of excuses grows with the years.
You travel on your stomach, gotta stop for breakfast, gotta stop for lunch.
But it beats the hell out of giving up hot rodding, no matter what infirmities old age deals you!
And besides, age has its advantages, sometimes a young cop witnessing a banzai charge down the street with your headers open, looks at the white haired bearded 70 year old driver, shakes his head ignores the whole thing!

 

...when you see your friends on The History Channel..!!!

Happened to be about six years ago.

...also when your grandson and his buddies think the 1984 car you have sitting in the garage next to your hot rod is a "really cool, old skuul ride"...

 

Hey thanks guys, I'm feeling better already, or at least not alone. One other thing: the posters of scantily clad hot rod models on my garage wall are now obscured by my back brace, knee pads and glasses of various magnification.

But I ain't giving up, no way. If it takes me a week to get done what I used to do in a day, so be it.

 

The check out lady at walmart asked if I was SI...off that duck call show...

 

Yes my friend it is called old age. In my earlier days I could work non-stop. Now a days is appears I'm always stopping. All I ask from the Lord that I leave
this world with a tool in my hand. My .02

 

Well, I'm in the same old boat with a lot of you guys, so I found a girl friend 20 years younger, she lifts, pushes, moves and knows all of her wrench sizes and the difference when I say I want a phillips screwdriver, no not that one the long one, she gets it right every time now. You can get a lot more done under a car if you have an efficient gofer!
My kingdom for a 12 ft ceiling and a 2 post lift.

 

You got it right except for the come ither look.
I thought i was the only one with this old age problem, i am 64.

 

My daily vitamin is now ALEVE.

 

When you are watching the scantily clad groupies that use to beg to sit in your car and hear them mutter grubby old bugger

 

I built my shop when I was forty-something and never gave a moments thought to making the ceiling high enough for a lift. Now that I am sixty-something I sure wish I'd have considered that possibility.

Oh well, as far as I know it beats being dead!

 

Nowadays the heaviest lifting I do is lifting myself off the floor of the garage.

 

Getting old is cool, it`s like being high and going through withdrawal at the same time.



Too old for the hand to hand combat.