[TiMSport]

You probably just wanted more confirmation that you're not as old as many of the others that post in this thread. Carry on.

[M_Six]

Originally Posted by sygazelle

.....when you aren't in a hurry anymore when you are driving somewhere.


Today, I was head with my buddy to go hiking. We were meeting a group of hikers at 8:30am at the trailhead but we decided to leave at 7am so we could take our time, stop for coffee, and just not be in a rush.

Right before exiting the freeway to get coffee, a BMW M3 goes by us like he's on the track, weaving in and out of traffic, tailgating, being impatient, with nowhere really to go since there was a bit of traffic on the road.

I'm thinking, "I remember those days, always in a hurry and impatient."

So, we get coffee and then get back on the freeway. About 5 miles down the road there are flashing lights on the side. Traffic slows as we go by the scene. That very same M3 driver was pulled over by the CHP.

Now that I'm old and slowed down a bit in my driving habits, life is so much easier and less stressful. I let it loose once in awhile, but not while driving in traffic. I no longer get so annoyed at slower traffic "in MY way". Damn I'm old.

I've slowed down on the highway. No more radar detector as 70ish is fine with me. But I still get too annoyed at slugs going 30 in a 45 or 20 in a 30.

[shoei]

Originally Posted by M_Six

I've slowed down on the highway. No more radar detector as 70ish is fine with me. But I still get too annoyed at slugs going 30 in a 45 or 20 in a 30.

Not here in LA. You do 70 on the freeways and lil ole grannies in a 1990 Camry are blowing by you, lol.

[JJ 911SC]

Originally Posted by 3.0L

Well, if those bras were made by J.C. Higgins, good luck with the eraser...

I end up with a hole through the page

[Mein11]

Originally Posted by M_Six

I've slowed down on the highway. No more radar detector as 70ish is fine with me. But I still get too annoyed at slugs going 30 in a 45 or 20 in a 30.

Amen. I'll go at max 9mph over if things are moving at a steady pace. It's the people driving at or under that kill me.

[Littlebear]

Originally Posted by M_Six

I've slowed down on the highway.... 70ish is fine with me. But I still get too annoyed at slugs going 30 in a 45 or 20 in a 30.

70 is often fine with me... on a 55mph parkway. Too bad the tax man often doesn't agree.
But if someone is going at or below the posted speed limit (isn't that sign the minimum speed?), I am not happy.

[wtwo3]

For you old folks, Jeremy Clarkson once had a hot take on your slow driving:

If you’re five years old a year is a fifth of your whole life, which is why it seems to go on and on for an eternity. But if you’re 45 a year is a 45th of your life, which is why it passes like winter’s day in the Arctic. When you’re 45 time passes quite literally nine times faster than when you’re five. When you’re 75 time is hurtling by at such a rate that driving your small car is like plunging through a tear in the space-time continuum. The throttle pedal is a hyperspace button.

This is why old people drive so slowly; because 12mph to a pensioner is like 2,000mph to a teenager. When you sit behind them at a roundabout wondering why on earth they won’t pull out, it’s because the approaching lorry that, to you, is moving at 14mph is coming at them like the Starship Enterprise on combat power.

Last weekend I had the usual list of jobs. Take one child to school, drop the boy off at a rugby match, get home, take the third to her riding lesson, then get back to watch the second half of the game before picking the others up and dropping them all off again at different parties. It required military planning and certainly there was no time for the doddering old man who was crawling down the A44 in his Clio at 21mph. And nor did I have much patience with the Rover that, from behind, was apparently being driven by four wisps of white hair. I lost my temper quite badly with this one, especially when it stopped at a set of green lights on a route I use to avoid a local double mini-roundabout which, for the past four years, has been home to an old lady in a stationary Metro. Of course, so far as she’s aware, she’s only been there four seconds so she really can’t understand why everyone in her wake is so angry.

Now this was a Saturday and it got me thinking. What are they all doing, these old people? I thought they only ever went out on a Sunday, taking their nose hair to a local beauty spot, eating a hardboiled egg and then crawling home again. Of course it’s not hard to work out what’s happened. Old people are now a damn sight fitter than they used to be in the days of the Austin 7. My mother is 70 million years old but there’s not a hint of incontinence yet. She plays tennis three times a week, likes chainsaws, swears like a Dutch bargee and spends her days laying stone flag floors in whatever house she happens to be renovating at the moment. Elderly people, then, are no longer content with a hardboiled egg and a nice view of some heather. They want to get down to the local DIY superstore for paint and a gin trap. Some of them even want to keep on touring with their rock’n’roll bands. And that’s fine. Except of course that while they may be physically capable of fighting wolves and singing I Can’t Get No Satisfaction, there’s no getting around the pace-of-life problem when they get into the car.

[upstatedoc]

…you remember going to a toga party

[Esteban]

Originally Posted by upstatedoc

…you remember going to a toga party

[sygazelle]

....when you grew up using a rotary telephone. My girlfriend's phone number ended in zero and I was always screwing up dialing the last number and I would have to start over. What a pain.

...when your childhood phone number was a name for the first two digits. Mine was Yellowstone "YE" (9 and 3)


...when you grew up in a time before area codes.

[Esteban]

Originally Posted by sygazelle

....when you grew up using a rotary telephone. My girlfriend's phone number ended in zero and I was always screwing up dialing the last number and I would have to start over. What a pain.

...when your childhood phone number was a name for the first two digits. Mine was Yellowstone "YE" (9 and 3)


...when you grew up in a time before area codes.

Mine was DUnkirk (3,8) in L.A.

Man, that was a long time ago.

[RelaxIN2]

If you can remember wearing these and playing street hockey...

[JJ 911SC]

Originally Posted by sygazelle

...when you grew up in a time before area codes.

And sharing line with a nosey neighbour...

[JJ 911SC]

Originally Posted by Esteban

Mine was DUnkirk (3,8) in L.A.

Man, that was a long time ago.

About 60 years ago back in the 60's

[Esteban]

Originally Posted by RelaxIN2

If you can remember wearing these and playing street hockey...

I love this thread. Brings back all kinds of memories.

I wore skates like those and skated with my daughter when she was like 5 and 6 years old. She'll be 40 on her next birthday.

Too many good memories. Guess that's what happens when you get older. lol

[Buug959]

Originally Posted by sygazelle

....when you grew up using a rotary telephone. My girlfriend's phone number ended in zero and I was always screwing up dialing the last number and I would have to start over. What a pain.

...when your childhood phone number was a name for the first two digits. Mine was Yellowstone "YE" (9 and 3)


...when you grew up in a time before area codes.

Wow you're OLD! I don't remember alpha-numeric phone numbers but I do remember four digit numbers. I still have a yardstick from a long-defunct local hardware store.

[Esteban]

Originally Posted by JJ 911SC

And sharing line with a nosey neighbour...

Yep, called a party line.

[Buug959]

Originally Posted by JJ 911SC

And sharing line with a nosey neighbour...

Yup, the good old party line. Our ring was two long.

[Esteban]

Originally Posted by Esteban

Yep, called a party line.

Originally Posted by LemansE90335xi

Yup, the good old party line. Our ring was two long.

Haha, looks like we both got it.

[fuhrergopi]

You think twice before doing simple things 😜

[Buug959]

Originally Posted by fuhrergopi

You think twice before doing simple things 😜

Hold my beer...

[Littlebear]

Originally Posted by sygazelle

....when you grew up using a rotary telephone. My girlfriend's phone number ended in zero and I was always screwing up dialing the last number and I would have to start over. What a pain.

...when your childhood phone number was a name for the first two digits. Mine was Yellowstone "YE" (9 and 3)


...when you grew up in a time before area codes.

Four #s to get neighbors in my town (me: 5949). Seven digits to get folks in the next town.