October 2nd 1961

I was born on this day 43 years ago. I don't feel much different at 43 than I did at 33 or even 25. During one of the last conversations I had with my father, he mentioned he didn't feel much different at 76 than he did at 36. I've thought about that old conversation with my dad a lot over my last few birthdays. It's both comforting and disturbing in some respects. I like the idea of maintaining a continuity of mind across many years, but I also dislike the idea that I've somehow reached some sort of plateau that will extend until old age. Does this mean I need to go out and buy a Harley or a Porsche?