We’re going all the way ’til the wheels fall off

As we “grow-up” we begin to miss the dare-devil we once were. I look at what I do today compared with what I did twenty years ago – a big difference. It’s not just old age, but responsibility and some wisdom. This is where drinking comes in – you don’t have to get totally blasted (all the time), but just a couple of fine pints will take the edge off of growing up (“I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere, and you know it’s really hard to hold your breath”). I love the song “Brownsville Girl” by Bob Dylan and in particular I love the line:

We’re going all the way ’til the wheels fall off

For me it captures perfectly the devil-may-care attitude of my youth. I don’t want to be 25 again (most of the time), but from time to time I like to remember. When you have the perfect pint in your hand, and Bobby Dylan is playing some tunes, remembering is easier.