You got it going on, Gramps. Those young whippersnappers can go ahead and laugh at your thick glasses, your balding head and your inability to understand the crazy-sounding way they talk. Let them laugh. Truth is, you can't hear them anyway. And when you get behind that wheel and take off, they'll be the ones left in your wake, wondering what happened. You're cruising like a silver shark, taking no prisoners and definitely taking no guff from those youngsters. Let them eat your dust, old man. Here's a tee to keep you riding.