I am trying to come to terms with being a Baby Boomer and just what it means. I never thought of myself as any particular segment of the over all population. Now however, I have seen enough documentaries and news blurbs focused on baby bommers that I finally admit to being one. Membership in this club is automatic. You had to be a post WWII baby; born in the mid 40's to early 50's. Since I hit this planet in 1948, it seems I qualify to be a clubber.
Actually, I would not have joined this elite club if I had been given a choice. So wrong time-- wrong place and like it or not I have a membership card. I have had to do a great deal of research to understand how my association with this group will effect my life. Baby boomers are warriors. They have a thirst for adventure, an aversion to hanging out with couch potaoes, love RV's, motor homes and are developing new love affaires with Harleys. Bottom line--It is a club that requires money, lots of time and certainly energy.
I have chosen to forgo the Harley in favor of a blue and silver cruser with an aluminum frame. I love this bike, and best of all it is anatomically correct. My body loves this bike. I am not enough of a joiner to bend myself in half, sit on a tiny child's seat and spring for the uniform of spandex.
I apologize to all you true and dedicated baby boomers for dishonoring you. I am still figuring out my duties and responsibilities. My baby boomer husband and I have yet to acquire the mortor home. We do however, have a two person inflatable kayak. As time goes on, I am sure things will gradually fall into place. We will never fit the mold entirely and most likely will ride the fringes. It is rather liberating to still beat a solo drum and march at your own pace.
1 comment:
For a brief moment I thought you were going to admit to having a Harley.
The Cruiser is a great alternative to the Harley, though.
If you had your druthers, and could opt out of being a baby boomer, when would you have chosen to be born?
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