Recently one of my great nephews was looking at my hands.  He asked why they looked so rough and worn out.  I responded that I am always working on cars so that is why they have scars, callouses, and sores that are healing.  He then asked, “…why do they look wrinkled?” I said, I am not as young as I used to be. 

 
That got me thinking.  Later when I was alone I looked closer at my hands, and they do look like hands of an old man.  How did this happen?  Well, I am 65 years old now.  But I think I am still in my late 20s. What an odd feeling that is.  How did time pass so fast?

 
Yesterday evening I was changing out the tires on the Tahoe.  Those fat tires I like are not easy to move around.  The lower left of my back was screaming at me.  I had to take a few minutes to sit down and rest.  That part of my back is where the Doctors had to cut through muscles to remove part of my kidney.  I was told that part of my back will bother me when the muscles get stressed.  As I sat there, the music I was listening to was Classic Rock from 1973.  The songs I love are now 50 years old.  But the music makes me feel young.  Working in the garage makes me feel young.  Well, that is until I must stop to rest for a while. 

 
Today, even though I am in my mid-60s, a cancer survivor and dealing with other health issues, that does not stop me from enjoying the garage life on my time away from work.  I may hobble around and work slower in the garage, but when a favorite song comes on the sound system, you might catch me doing a little dance.  Although if you were to walk up, the dance always stops.  I look forward to driving my project cars.  Hopefully, I will finish them before my body says my time working in the garage is finished.