Your story reminded me of a bloke I met a year back. I was crossing Australia from the West to the East across the Nullarbor, a relatively barren desert.I’m 61. Buying the Grenadier is my mid-life crisis I hope. I certainly still have the devilment in me and am often told I ought to slow up and act my age. Sounds boring to me.
I drive a Touareg V8, which is brilliant on mileage and eats the distance. When told, being bi-turbo, it scampers but sips fuel idling along. It has been a great car.
I was fuelling up, and a delightful rascal drove in behind at the pump... A Dodge Viper in red... The driver with more grey hair than me, a twinkle in his eye, and he was 83!!!!!!
Both heading east, we met at a couple of spots on the crossing, and while he refuelled, I got the coffees. Neither of us cared about the fuel cost - we were not towing caravans -
We were doing what we should all do ... ACTING OUR AGE and LIVING the things we should have done years earlier... DEVILMENT ... NOPE! "Adventure" is a better word ...
