OT: You know you are getting old when........

[McFly]

My Prince Valiant was a ‘64, two tone white and rust on the outside, blue, mostly, and red plastic inside. Junkyard replacement driver's side door arm rest was red. Cost me $2 plus my labor to remove it from the wreck.

Bought it with about 300k on the odometer, and I swear it didn't burn more than a quart of oil per week. Well…maybe a little more.

The days when you changed the oil every 3000 miles. My brother-in-law and I didn't have to worry about disposing of the old oil, we saved it for my older brother who burned it in his car.

 

[msf22b]

Well, I started my orchestra 50 years ago (October)
and they've completely forgotten me.

My wife says; "when are you going to grow up?"

85 last July...Skiing in the Dolomites in January
Surely not the oldest on the "yard" but not far behind.

 

[Sifaka]

I know I'm no spring chicken, nor an olde Tom Turkey when I forget the etymology of a perfectly cromulent word like cromulent three times in one week. Must be all the mentions of “[…] a film about the founding father of Springfield, Jebediah Springfield.”. No. Not that Springfield!

 

[CTrefugee]

I am not getting old. I've been there, done that many year ago.

 

[Viet Vet]

When my wife and I cannot answer any “Jeopardy” music or television questions post 1975.

Give us The Beatles, Stones, Crystals….77 Sunset Strip, The Fugitive, Bonanza…….
we’re cool.

 

[Ex Nutmegger]

My first car in 1957 was a 1951 Chevrolet “Delux” Convertible - original color “Thistle Grey”. It had a standard 3-speed shift on the column. We drove to football games with three or four young women sitting on top of the rear seat back waving and yelling! No seat belts, of course. By the way, the car cost me $150 when I bought it in perfect condition six years old.

 

[KnightBridgeAZ]

My night vision has gone to heck, which my various eye doctors over the years say is just miles on the eyeballs. One of the oddest ways in which I feel old.

 

[Skeets]

Funny story. One of the last football games played on campus, it was something like "Military appreciation day". There was a guy, I think National Guard, decked out in fatigues standing next to an enormous Hummer. I said to him "nice truck". He replied "thanks for buying it for me". What got a laugh from people withing ear shot, I said "not a problem, I bought it on credit".

 

[veryolddog]

I remember when my father came home from WWII serving in the Navy submarine service in the Pacific. It was in December of 1945 after they put up his sub in mothballs. Gasoline was $0.13 per gallon, bread was a dime and prime rib was $0.19 per pound.