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As I'll soon turn 71 I'm making the bold assumption that I'm at least entitled to join as a junior member. I've tied a rubber band around my finger to remind me to keep checking in.

 

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75 as of February. Our General Practitioner Doctor is a specialist in geriatrics and feels that it's important that we know what to expect as we age. At my 75th birthday, he spent time telling me in detail some of the "normal" events of the 75-80 period--the aging of skin, the hiccups of internal organs, the medication reactions, the diminution of cognitive function, the joint and tendon realities. By the time he was done, I needed a reminder of whatever might be good about getting this old. Then I went on the Forum and saw The Old Coots' Club and was reminded of the best thing about getting old--the great peer group! Thanks y'all.

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Nice post Roger..  I am lucky that at 80 I am still fairly fit  physically.. I can still climb a ladder and walk my Alaskan Malamute, ( bred to pull, and he does) it's the memory and thinking processes that let me down.. it's the long seconds spent thinking "now why am I here", and "what was I going to do" that bother me, but all in all, I am very happy to be an "old codger". Terry.

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On 2/24/2018 at 11:54 PM, macca22au said:

Virtual reality has its limits, virtual beer is not quite as satisfying.

And it's a good thing too or there would be very few of us who could still operate our keyboards.  :)

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On 2/19/2018 at 5:25 PM, Triplane said:

Don't worry about she who shall be obeyed. Just say to her..."woman, go get my whiskey bottle and leave me alone. I'm going to fly my airplane".........Doug

Hospital visiting hours are from 1700 - 1930

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The calendar tells me I will be 77 on April 25th (  Ella Fitzgerald and Al Pacino were born on that day, so I am in pretty good company). But, like all the rest of you on this thread, despite what the calendar claims, we are all 17 at heart.

 

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I do have some moments, but not many. 75 in Feb and am now waiting anxiously for the weather to break. I have serviced my motorcycle and can't wait to hit the roads.

Spring, summer and fall are for getting out and doing things. Day trips and weekend rides !  In between, doing what the wife needs done and sitting by the pool enjoying a cold one.

Winter is for flight simming. Although I will admit hitting the keyboard a bit on summer evenings.

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In truth I sold my two wheel BMW four years ago to someone who wanted it more than I. I was getting a bit leery of riding due to my age and strength.  (Plus he paid me more than I paid for it)  A few months later I still had the itch to ride and I found a five year old, three wheel BRP Spyder (990cc) that had 1200 miles on it. I didn't have to worry about my leg muscles being able to pick up a fallen machine. Some may laugh at tricycles but they can run as fast as two wheels.  What a blast!  It now has over 8000 miles on it and I will add another couple of K this year.

Come on spring !

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11 hours ago, JMBIII said:

In truth I sold my two wheel BMW four years ago to someone who wanted it more than I. I was getting a bit leery of riding due to my age and strength.  (Plus he paid me more than I paid for it)  A few months later I still had the itch to ride and I found a five year old, three wheel BRP Spyder (990cc) that had 1200 miles on it. I didn't have to worry about my leg muscles being able to pick up a fallen machine. Some may laugh at tricycles but they can run as fast as two wheels.  What a blast!  It now has over 8000 miles on it and I will add another couple of K this year.

Come on spring !

 

Stoppit!!

 

You've just awakened my nostalgia (is that even English?). When I was 17 (back in 1969) I bought a Triumph Thunderbird 650cc and coupled it up to a Watsonian sidecar and spent all that Summer in the SW of England - Devon, Cornwall and Somerset. Stayed at campsites, and the noise that bike made as it roared back between the tents at 2 in the morning earned the ire and wrath of campsite owners and campers in equal measure!

 

The best part was travelling into Truro at 3 o' clock one morning. The exhaust fell off at the edge of town so I stopped, put it in the sidecar, and drove through those narrow walled streets at full throttle in second gear, just for the 'ell of it!

 

Hey I was "Bad to the Bone" in them days, not the sweet white-haired pussy I am now!

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Fizzelle,  That story certainly gave me a chuckle.  Reminds me of some of my escapades. On my first bike while going around a bend in the road I "forgot how to steer". Going off road, I managed to keep it upright, dodging headstones in a cemetery, before I got it to stop !  Can laugh now, but scared the heck out of me then.

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Took a tumble from my Speed Twin at age 18.. a stupid old woman backed out from behind a hedge, and I was doing my usual speed (winding it out). I was on leave (embarkation) before we shipped for Nicosia.. Sixteen weeks in hospital and it probably saved my life as I came our with my right leg half an inch short and the army no longer wanted me.. Couple of the lads I trained a Catterick with didn't come home.. Teecee.

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I had an old single-pot Triumph 500...and before the day of key starts, it could take the skin off your ankle. The compression lift was something else.

 

But I wasn't meaning to be a Me Too, but because I really want to have a whinge, or maybe our North American colleagues call it a vent.

 

My Windows system wouldn't take the so-poorly named very large Creative Update, but it also wouldn't stop telling me to do it,  Then finally the machine would take over doing the upgrade and failing at the same spot each time as I had done manually.

 

To avoid the endless notifications I got a geek, commercially, to come and install the update.  Since then everything is a mess, and getting worse. I hate the darn thing. But I cannot find a restore point before the update, they've all vanished.  I managed to get hidden folders back, but some Apps and their icons have disappeared, Search can't find them and the web offers cures more complex than a colonoscopy and about as pleasurable.

 

Simming is becoming a horrible experience, with FSL starting with black and blank gauges,  and the PMDG FMC freezing and after fiddling trying to make things work, a CTD...which I had never suffered from under normal circumstances.

 

Sorry about the vent, and on Monday I am going to pay a known expert company to re-do the thing.

I hate it, I hate it.

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Come on you  miserable B*ggers, that pom stuff died before we got old.. Teecee..(Born a  Pom)  .... but an Aussie now (got the papers to prove it) Living in the Good  old US of A.

 

Having got that off my chest, I just read this

And I wonder if any of us will still be around when that happens..and we fly over RL scenery in real time. My guess and hope (owing to the way simming is developing and spreading) is that many of us will. Terry.

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4 hours ago, teecee said:

Nice to have those memories though isn't it..I never got more than a few hours flying RL, I could never afford it, but for all that, I still have those few hours stored away in my memory. Teecee.

 

Never really thought of it that way.

Probably because they were paying me to do it.

One of the memories I have is the hole in my windshield during my "tour" in Vietnam in 1967. An antiaircraft gift that would have gone on giving had it not failed to detonate and just glanced off  thanks probably to bad quality control in China.

See........I made the "old coots " club through pure luck.

And then there was............ oh!...... just forget it.     :ph34r:

If you like old war stories you can just google up "covey fac".

 

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I will do that..The Vietnam war was a nasty, dirty one, and anyone that served and lived  through it should be cared for forever in my opinion....Sadly the US Govt did not see it that way. Teecee.

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11 hours ago, teecee said:

I will do that..The Vietnam war was a nasty, dirty one, and anyone that served and lived  through it should be cared for forever in my opinion....Sadly the US Govt did not see it that way. Teecee.

I never did really find out exactly what was going on.

Actually, no one I knew ever did either.

Need to know protocol, I suppose.......................

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46 minutes ago, macca22au said:

Whoops Frizzelle, I put my foot in it, but then, Yorkshire isn't part of England is it?

 

No and well spotted Ian!

 

Yorkshire is, as owt will say, God's Own Country - innit!

 

I hope ORBX won't take too unkindly to my posting the short YouTube video below - Yorkshire Airlines. Sums it up really! Enjoy.

 

 

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I too rode a motorcycle in my youth. Once..... I tried to ride by buddy's bike (an old Triumph of unknown model) down Ocean Ave. in Carmel, California. The street goes down a hill toward the beach and then makes a u-turn at the beach and goes back up the hill. I was doing well until I got to the u-turn. Here I was, 16 years old, tanned, wearing my best bathing suit and I was going to really impress the girls. I made it safely down the hill but I didn't see the beach sand on the road at the u-turn. Needless to say, I laid it over right in front of a group not-to-impressed girls. Nothing was broken but it took four months to regrow the skin on my leg (ankle to hip). Such are the things the memories of our youth are made from..........Doug

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55 minutes ago, Triplane said:

I too rode a motorcycle in my youth. Once..... I tried to ride by buddy's bike (an old Triumph of unknown model) down Ocean Ave. in Carmel, California. The street goes down a hill toward the beach and then makes a u-turn at the beach and goes back up the hill. I was doing well until I got to the u-turn. Here I was, 16 years old, tanned, wearing my best bathing suit and I was going to really impress the girls. I made it safely down the hill but I didn't see the beach sand on the road at the u-turn. Needless to say, I laid it over right in front of a group not-to-impressed girls. Nothing was broken but it took four months to regrow the skin on my leg (ankle to hip). Such are the things the memories of our youth are made from..........Doug

 

Here - how could you miss that huge arrow in the road saying sharp left!! D'oh  :)

 

PS We've all done it.

 

https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@36.5551429,-121.9294008,3a,75y,255.95h,76.66t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1s9rI7nK0Nt1Ch7e7LDxUM-g!2e0!7i16384!8i8192?hl=en

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What a great picture! I spent a lot of time there when I was a kid. It's not the left turn that was the problem. Dummy here decided to go on into the parking area as that's closer to the beach and the girls will get a better look. But, as it's closer top the beach, that's also where most of the sand was (is). I still might have been OK if I hadn't decided to goose the throttle a bit for a little extra attention. Sigh.....it sort of reminds me when I put my thumb on the cigarette lighter in the car to see if it was really hot..........Doug

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