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Originally Posted by Oddball
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"." 
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Ain't that the truth. Probably why we spend hours and hours in the garage fixing things, adding hundreds of dollars worth of CDs to the case or changer, and always gravitate towards jobs that are over an hour away. It's an unconscious need to be away, on wheels.
I'm 31 also. Married, three kids, a mortgage payment and a desperate need to get into a trans am. Had 2 firebirds in the past, both before I had kids. *Begins to whine like his 2 year old*