There was a comment a few posts ago that got me thinking about this. Some wag stated that I need to reserve a certain name for a future blog. The implication being that I won't hold my youthful good lucks and awesome physical stature forever. Whatever.
However, just to be fair and humor this wag I will entertain the thought that eventually it could be possible that I will actually show some slight signs of aging. With that in mind, this is a purely hypothetical posting. I'm going to die at a hundred years old; shot by a jealous husband!
A suggestion for naming the future blog was "Musings of a Decrepit Commuter". Since this wag will also eventually need a new name for his own blog, I'm offering the following possibilities:
"Rush Hour Doddering"
"Rush Hour Drooling"
I hope these suggestions help. It's my desire to be of service whenever possible, you know.
Again, in the very unlikely event I actually do need to change the name of my blog, I've prepared my first post for that future work. Hope you like it!
IF MY BODY WERE A BIKE...
If my body were a bike, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it in for a newer model.
I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.
My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up close.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was.
I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.
My fork legs are bent and rickety.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here's the worst of it --
Almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter .....either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires.
Miles and toothless smiles,