You're making me feel like an old man.
I'm 31: 6/29/73.
Driving my IROC with the tops in the trunk at 70 MPH on the way to work makes me feel like a teenager again, and gives me something to look forward to at the end of the day. As one co-worker put it: "Forget the bars. When you are married with kids that hour drive home is your "happy hour"."