That was Christmas eve and everyone was joyful but me. I was worried with every drop of gas in me. Getting slow to move with 57332 miles on my dashboard. My energy is not the same ; I can’t run as I used to. I need to pause, take a break to catch my breath and run again. I now have sights of wrinkles , I am dirty and wobbly.

I am worried that I’m not pleasing the lame kids of generation alpha. They want all EV , they want fast, fun and futuristic. They are drawn to the shiny and sparkly. They care for elegance, efficiency and aesthetics. 

That’s all – I can’t compete with fit and fifteen. I’m old and out.