Hit 40 shifting gears

Okay, I hit the big 40.  My mind still thinks it is somewhere between 18 and 25.  A few more wrinkles, gray hair and aches but all things considered, I'm still crusin.  I may have traded in my "Ferrari" for a "minivan" but I hit 40 and keep shifting gears. I am happy to report that my "engine" still works pretty well considering it is still beating but my "radiator" doesn't hold water like it use to.  Oh well, there are worse things... I also have to use the "premium" gas instead of "regular"...no more ding dongs and coke for lunch...more fiber and protein...or so they tell me.   Again, there are worse things...
One of the great things and worse things about driving a "minivan" is that  I am usually not alone.  There is always one or two or five little matchbox cars hitching a ride.  This isn't so bad either until they all start honking their horns at the same time.  That can really cause a minivan to blow a gasket or two.  Sometimes, I like to grab the very handsome Ford Ranger that parks next to me and take him out for a night on the town.  Usually a stop at our favorite fill station (Simply Thai) and then maybe a movie.  Ocassionally, we pack our bags and head to wherever minivans and trucks like to go, maybe the San Juan Islands or a trip to Cancun.  (That was a great trip but be careful, we got a matchbox car out of the deal...weird though, he came 9 months later...).  I must say, the trip so far has been fun, exciting, wild, scary, thoughtful, learning, mastering, sad, happy, interesting, and frankly, I wouldn't miss it for anything.
Yes, I have to say, 40 is old...kinda...and I kinda like it that way.  As my sweet mother in law says, "I earned every one of those wrinkles."  I agree.