Old Cars Are In My Blood
The good news is, I just burned through another birthday and I’m still in okay-enough condition to complain about it among the pages of The World’s Greatest Book of Vehicles and Vehicle-Related Stuff for Sale. I’ll take it. I celebrated the milestone in the proud tradition of post-middle agers everywhere: Dinner at 4:30 p.m., Wheel of Fortune, then off to bed. Of course, I had a doctor’s appointment earlier in the day too. It was a routine visit. After check in, I groused under my breath about the decline of print magazines. Mumble, mumble… for Pete’s sake, really? Not even a five-year-old copy of Car and Motor Driver Trends? What is this world coming too? Then, into an exam room where I lied to the nurse about my height. Definitely within…