You know when, when you are offered senior citizen rate for an haircut for the very first time Oh! and when a young person offered her seat to me on a bus for the first time.
When you go for a 80km Dirt Bike ride and the next day (today) you can barely move your arms or stand up.
You know when you're getting old when your hairdresser still charges you full price and when you ask why he says " Because they're more difficult to find.
You know you're getting old when you try to straighten out the wrinkles in your socks and discover you aren't wearing any.
You know when your getting old, when you start getting bald and your body in recompense, decides to let you grow hair out of your ears instead.
When you get pulled over by a policeman who is about 4 foot 3 and looks about 12 And he says who do you think you are Valentino Rossi I say no Barry Sheene He says who ?
Ain't that the truth I was a pretty useful tennis player when I was in my teens and thought I'd take it up again. Seriously bad idea... All my instincts remained those of a teenager and within a very short time, I'd crocked my knee in one leg, Achilles' tendon in the other leg and had terminal tennis elbow. I also took all the skin off my hand, elbow and knee tumbling on a carpet court. I got to my feet looking like I'd been attacked by a maniac with a disc sander. It took ages for everything to heal. I'll stick with bikes thanks.
