Live On Your Own Edge

So here's the thing: I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Unfortunately my body appears to be breaking down at the same time.

Here's hoping my mind stays intact?

Or I can always do like the elderly couple I saw at the beach yesterday.  Sitting there feeling pretty sorry for myself I caught a car drive by out of the corner of my eye. ON THE SAND.

RULE BREAKERS! 

Not sure about their newfound freedom they stop at the sign?

Before veering left and charting their course...

as two bikes come wheeling out of nowhere screaming laughing.

Who am I kidding, I AM GOING TO DO LIKE THESE PEOPLE. Live on the edge! Take it out onto the sand! Off road down the bike path into the fog until Beach Patrol chases me down, lights flashing,  screaming with the blow horn out the window: AUTOMOBILES ARE NOT ALLOWED ON THE BIKE PATH. TURN YOUR CAR AROUND IMMEDIATELY. STOP THE CAR, I REPEAT STOP THE CAR.

Like that was going to work on two people who methodically pulled up onto the sidewalk, cased the situation and sped off down the beach? Uh-uh. They could barely see above the steering wheel and nothing was stopping them.

Maybe they had just received the paperwork for license revocation. Maybe they escaped from the home. Maybe they were just tired of doing the same old responsible thing and wanted to cut loose like the youngster days. Whatever the case they reminded me I'm not dead yet. MY FOOT CAN STILL HIT THE GAS.