The aging fleet

I find it ironic that I am now driving the same kind of car that I drove when I first got my license: big, old, family hand-me-downs. The good side is that we haven't had a car payment for fifteen years.

We have an aging fleet with lots of miles, but little rust since most of their miles were in Texas. I'm not sure that the repair shop that I frequent likes to see me coming because they'll make money or hates it since it often is hard to diagnose what is wrong.

Reading those last two sentences causes me to muse that the description could also apply to me. I been around the world a few times. I have few gray hairs. Often it is hard to diagnose what ails me.