04-29-2015, 04:49 AM
(04-28-2015, 05:59 AM)redbirds_imp Wrote: Doesn't bother me much. Boat hulls get barnacles, cars get door and rock dings and motorcycles get their scratches. I look in the mirror and see this old, gray haired man looking back at me and I wonder where my youth went. From the time it's created, everything, whether man or machine is headed to corruption. Best to enjoy the ride while you can and be thankful for full and wonderful days.
Wisdom, this.
Would that the rest of us could live it.
I've got the whole nine yards. Latent OCD; I'm an inherent slob. AND I'm accident-prone and bad luck follows me like bad body odor.
So. I get this new, immaculate, clean machine...and of course, first run out, I'm behind a bucket of dirt (loaded dump truck; they seem to smell me out) spraying dust. Wunnerful.
Then...in my apartment-house carport, there's crows nesting in the rafters. Over MY space. Of course I have to deal with THAT.
THEN...some butt-head gets on my bike while I'm in the county office building...ironically, getting the title for it. He's apparently got a chain-drive wallet or a button fly...because there's a deep ding in the paint.
And I KNOW that no matter how hard I try, I'll never have the machine as clean and as wonderfully virgin as the day I picked it up...not without paying some detailer the $BIG BUCK$ to go over it with a small brush.
It shouldn't bother me...but it does.