The wife and I went out for some Mexican food tonight, and after she wanted some ice cream. There's a car wash next door so while she ate her stuff, I washed the car.
And while I was foaming it up, I looked in the lot and saw a red Mustang driving by. Late model car, 5.0, sounded like a stick. Sounded good. Real good.
Then I stopped and realized that I became old. I used to be that kid in the slick car at the car wash. Now I'm washing a minivan.
But, I wouldn't trade what I have now for one day of my youth. Although being a kid with a nice car is fun, being an adult with happy, healthy kids, a house, and an amazing marriage is way, way cooler.
It did give me a little motivation to get that old car off jackstands, though.