Sweet "48!" Birthday Decisions...Be an Alfa Romeo or
As I celebrate my 48th year, being born in the Year of the Sexual Position and the Year of the Cock, in the Chinese calendar, which my friends and associates will most certainly attest to, I have come upon a cross-roads of sorts. They say that aging is not for the meek. I can, most assuredly but begrudgingly, agree.
After experiencing a pinched nerve and being diagnosed with "Whoa, now that's a really f*%ked-up neck" syndrome (note the x-rays above; normal neck on left, Abby Normal or mine, on right) I had to make a decision that would impact the rest of my days. Either endure a 3-6 month regiment of intense corrective treatments, costing a few thousand dollars, or ... thick-headedly ignore the problem until it sends me to the preverbal junkyard.
I put it into an automotive analogy so my stubborn pee-brain could grasp the severity of the situation. I could either be a 1969 Alfa Romeo 1750gtv (my favorite classic car) or, as Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers sang about, a Dodge Vegematic.
The GTV is technically outdated and finicky, needing plenty of attention and care but it's Bertone body-work is great to look at and it can still carve corners like a fillet knife. Anyone that's had a classic car knows of the heart-aches, head-aches and general frustration in owning one ... but they also know the passion, rewards and utter enjoyment of them.
As we age, we can either become a classic collectable or we can succumb to decay as a junkyard carcass that sits about for decades, not in use, let alone drivability, much like a Dodge Vegematic ... there in the parking lot 🎶, or we can heed the call of Up-Keep!
Yes, Up-keep! ... Whilst our bones creek, our muscles ache, our eyesight blurs, our libido wanes (do your dick and vag exercises!) and our memory retrieval slows to a glacial pace, we can toss our hands up in the air and recline into the Lazy-boy of abandonment or we can endure the struggle of recovery.
In this day and age of miracle pills, all that somehow inspire uncontrollable bowl movements and thoughts of suicide, one strives to remind oneself of the beauty and value of struggle and pain. My charge and wish to myself and to any of those experiencing this cross-road, on this, my 48th anniversary, is to carry on and upkeep. To endeavor past the pain of change and be steadfast through the recovery. I will probably not be the fastest, strongest, prettiest or smartest but I do hope to be a shit-ton-of-fun Alfa GTV for many years to come.
As for the Dodge Vegematic, whilst a great song ... it is not a lifestyle choice for an Alfa.
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