Don't judge a book's age by it's cover

Call it curb appeal, white washing, updating, remodel, or cosmetic, the basic underlying foundation remains the same.  You can't beat old age.

There is actually a motorcycle story behind this, but I'll get to that later.

A few years ago I was spending some time on the coast of the Sea of Cortez. San Felipe is not Puerto Vallarta. The beaches and pools of San Felipe are not full of twenty-somethings and young honeymooners, rather you'll find mid-lifers in their expensive motor homes, and retirees enjoying their beach front condo. What is the same, is the pool side swim wear. Yes, you have permission to freak at that mental image. A well dressed lady sitting at a table near me made this observation. "Some people don't know they are old."

I've noticed a lot of baby-boomers are spending big bucks on cosmetic work these days. A little nip here, a sizable tuck there, and maybe they will look younger and better than before, but face it, they are still old.  You might look like you can dance the night away, but you try just one of those standard dance moves in that body and you'll be digging out the pain meds the doc gave you when you first came out from under the knife.

I was actually making this connection between old bodies and new skin this week, not at the pool side, but while working on my motorcycle. I was trying to track down some strange sound, and not having much luck. It could be many things, my bike has a lot of miles on it.  But to look at my bike now it looks great. The paint is bright.  The sun hits it, and it really is better looking than than the day it sat on the showroom. But underneath that, the cam chain is reaching the end of it's life. The O-rings are hardening and I find little coolant leaks here and there. Nothing major, (I hope) but I do have to remember that how it looks, and even how I look, (or think I look) underneath we still have our limitations.