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61, but you'd never know it by knowing me. Just had a head-on with a bitch VW on my Harley on NYday. Crushed foot. Ok now and in the process of building a kick-ass VW Trike. Can still fuck for 5 hours straight.
Now, anyone wanna call me "old?"
My 100% PTSD from Nam keeps me mentally at 20. Past the point of being over-joyed over "things." Just motor over to Starbucks, sit with my Iced Mocha and my Treo 650 and do my web work.
Age is just something they need for your drivers license. The true you is mental. What age are you there and do you act it? For me, the answer is 20 and YES!
Yet, no one believes me when I tell them my true age. They always guess something like 10-15 years younger. Plus, I'm a mirror image of Peter Fonda. Yeah, I've met him and he was also shocked to see me. We had a good laugh.
And this Mexico retirement totally tops the cake. Nothing better. Surely not, "up there." I won't go back!
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