I am 44, started lifting again 3 years ago after a 20+ year layoff. There were a few short periods in that 20 years where I picked up the weights again. But I got side tracked by life's demands.
This go around I have gained 30 lbs, increased my strength to near the levels of my 20's, and improved the way I feel. I have to give credit to my training partners for helping me stay motivated. My son is one of my lifting partners and that has been a good thing for both of us.
I had a yellow bike with the chopper forks, banana seat, Ape hangers, high sissy bar, and the card in the spokes.
First car was a hand me down 1970 F-100 from my dad. It had a white cab, red truck bed, blue vinyl bench seat and hub caps from a chevy caprice. It also had 3 gas tanks due the gas shortage of the 70's. One tank behind the seat maybe 18 gals, and a left and right side saddle tank under the bed. I think it held over 60 gallons. My dad drove the truck to Mass with the family (me & my brother in the back under a topper sitting on an old station wagon seat bolted to a sheet of plywood) one year to visit my Grand father. We lived in Fl so it was a long ride. We were almost there when the truckers decided to strike and the gas stations started to ration gas worrying they would run out. The lines were terrible and you could only buy like 5 gallons. My dad was able to get enough gas to get us there. But it was touch and go. We were not sure if we would make it. My grandfather (who owned a gas station) made sure we wouldn't get stuck without gas going back home. Grandpa put the two extra tanks on the truck and filled them up so we could get down the road. We only had to stop once for gas. We were lucky that the station was not limiting it to 5 gallons. So my dad decided to fill it up and when he did it took so long the station attendants came outside to see where my dad was putting all the gas. The were shaking their heads in amazement.
Thanks to all the people who post in these forums and keep them entertaining and informative.