To many of our readers, I'm just a young guy. But that doesn't stop me from feeling my age.
I can't do many of things I could when I was younger. Much of it has to do with the poor physical shape I keep myself in, but it also has to do it with normal aging and breaking down.
In recent weeks, I've been analyzing myself and where I'm at in my life. With that, I've been evaluating my current transportation -- a mid-2000s Nissan Sentra.
The car pre-dates my marriage, my house and my daughter, and, like me, it's showing its age. It's slow, falling apart but still manages to put out a decent product.
So, I've been scouring the internet looking for my next vehicle. All of my searches have ended with some type of ride that I desired in my younger days but could never afford.
Volkswagen GTI's, Honda Civic Si's, Subaru Imprezas and even a few Ford Mustangs and Chevrolet Camaros have tickled my fancy. These are vehicles that aren't necessarily family friendly, but, darn it, they seem to be fun to drive.
I mention my choices to friends and family, and many suggest it's early onset of midlife crisis.
Whether it is or not, I have concluded that I could care less what people think. So what if I drop my daughter off to school in a car that others think should belong to her recently licensed teenage brother.
It's time to start living like there is no tomorrow while maintaining common sense. I will always do my best to give my wife and daughter the life they deserve in the now and after I'm gone, but I'm not going to sacrifice happiness just to fit in to the middle class mold.
I guess I'm just tired, so it's time to give life a little turbo boost or supercharge, in vehicle terms.