Being born before they invented these contraptions (not even seat belts were fitted in cars) the only seat restrainer I sat in
was on the odd elephant ride.
Sometimes though without restraint I felt like a horse running in a cloud of feathers
Just look at me go coming up the outside with a real burst on the last straight.
These days I don’t run I walk
Not bothering to cycle
or get on the treadmill. Aging bodies aren’t meant for these physical torments. We live in a place where fitness and exercise are practiced to the extreme. I see the older people running in the street, their faces contorted in their body’s agony. Roger and I look at each other and say it can’t be good for you. If you had an eighty year old car you wouldn’t take the revs out to 5000, no you’d nurse it along.
There is nothing like wheels to give one exercise (and get from A to B)
keeping it this shiny must take a fair amount of energy.
I’m hoping to keep my mobility
and definitely avoid the last step.
In response to Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge