I turned 40 last week, and to be perfectly honest, it sucks. I'm officially a grown-up. I'm closer to 50 than I am to 20. I'm too old to skateboard. Too old to drive a Porsche. Too old to eat whatever I want and not have it end up around my gut. But I'm the perfect age for a midlife crisis. Thus my recent obsession with motorcycles.
I've always dreamed of owning a Harley, but lately I've been serious about making that dream a reality. Harley Davidson's stock peaked right around my birthday…surely a sign that I should buy one, no? So I talked to my wife about getting a motorcycle license for my birthday to which she replied "Not on your life." Clearly I’m going to have to work on her a bit.
But that hasn't stopped me from surfing the Harley Davidson website. I'll have to live vicariously through the videoson the site for now.
I woke up with a fair amount of anxiety the morning of my birthday, but after a few beers with a few friends (including most of Zecco's Burlingame office) later that night at my party I started to feel better. Nothing a good cold Coors can't cure. Funnily, Coors stock also peaked right around my birthday. Which got me thinking, have I peaked as well? Or is this just the beginning of a journey leading to new heights?
Well, the screaming headache I had the morning after the party proved I'm too old for yet another thing…drinking too much beer. And hilariously, Johnson and Johnson (the makers of the Tylenol I downed) stock peaked just after my birthday. Maybe I should take that as a sign to act my age?