I don't need to be careful. I made mistakes and learned from them. Or not. Who knows. Now I just try to enjoy life without hurting anybody.
Blasting along a desert road at 120 mph really doesn't send me. But different strokes. Same with garage queens and collector cars. I guess I intellectually understand the attraction, but from a gut standpoint, I just can't own something unless I'm going to really use it.
So if you went through your mid life crisis in your 20's, did you go straight to crotchety old guy?
