Whatcha’ll look like now, hmmmm?

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Back in the 1960's, here in the UK, we had a fashion, come sect, known as The Mods, meaning Modern. No self respecting Mod could be seen without a motor scooter. Something like this:
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Whilst I couldn't match this fellow's mirrors and head lights, I did have more than a few, but not for long. A drunk all but wiped me out, to be more precise, wiped the scooter out. My father, realising that his son was unscathed, made me promise to forego two wheeled transport. In respect for my Dad it is what I did.

Fast forward almost thirty years, the mortgage is paid off, there's money in the bank, we both have well paid jobs, that hankering for two wheels came back, BIG time. In the time we had this motorbike, we/I never had a wobble, never had a near miss and never had a scare, whilst we were out and about on it, that is. Five years on, I sold it, charging, and getting more than I bought it for. So what kind of bike was it? It was a Harley-Davidson, and it looked like this:
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It was 32 years ago, so not what I look like now. Note the beard, when I asked my doctor if the mole on my face could be removed she said yes, but it might induce cancerous cells some time in the future. She recommended that I hid it behind a beard. When the beard turned silver, I shaved it off, preferring the mole than looking like Santa. Vain? Who me?
 
Back in the 1960's, here in the UK, we had a fashion, come sect, known as The Mods, meaning Modern. No self respecting Mod could be seen without a motor scooter. Something like this:
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Whilst I couldn't match this fellow's mirrors and head lights, I did have more than a few, but not for long. A drunk all but wiped me out, to be more precise, wiped the scooter out. My father, realising that his son was unscathed, made me promise to forego two wheeled transport. In respect for my Dad it is what I did.

Fast forward almost thirty years, the mortgage is paid off, there's money in the bank, we both have well paid jobs, that hankering for two wheels came back, BIG time. In the time we had this motorbike, we/I never had a wobble, never had a near miss and never had a scare, whilst we were out and about on it, that is. Five years on, I sold it, charging, and getting more than I bought it for. So what kind of bike was it? It was a Harley-Davidson, and it looked like this:
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It was 32 years ago, so not what I look like now. Note the beard, when I asked my doctor if the mole on my face could be removed she said yes, but it might induce cancerous cells some time in the future. She recommended that I hid it behind a beard. When the beard turned silver, I shaved it off, preferring the mole than looking like Santa. Vain? Who me?
Isn't the Mods what Pete Townsend of the Who wrote his Rock Opera Quadrophenia about?
 
Back in the 1960's, here in the UK, we had a fashion, come sect, known as The Mods, meaning Modern. No self respecting Mod could be seen without a motor scooter. Something like this:
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Whilst I couldn't match this fellow's mirrors and head lights, I did have more than a few, but not for long. A drunk all but wiped me out, to be more precise, wiped the scooter out. My father, realising that his son was unscathed, made me promise to forego two wheeled transport. In respect for my Dad it is what I did.

Fast forward almost thirty years, the mortgage is paid off, there's money in the bank, we both have well paid jobs, that hankering for two wheels came back, BIG time. In the time we had this motorbike, we/I never had a wobble, never had a near miss and never had a scare, whilst we were out and about on it, that is. Five years on, I sold it, charging, and getting more than I bought it for. So what kind of bike was it? It was a Harley-Davidson, and it looked like this:
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It was 32 years ago, so not what I look like now. Note the beard, when I asked my doctor if the mole on my face could be removed she said yes, but it might induce cancerous cells some time in the future. She recommended that I hid it behind a beard. When the beard turned silver, I shaved it off, preferring the mole than looking like Santa. Vain? Who me?
Nice shoes!
 
Back in the 1960's, here in the UK, we had a fashion, come sect, known as The Mods, meaning Modern. No self respecting Mod could be seen without a motor scooter. Something like this:
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Whilst I couldn't match this fellow's mirrors and head lights, I did have more than a few, but not for long. A drunk all but wiped me out, to be more precise, wiped the scooter out. My father, realising that his son was unscathed, made me promise to forego two wheeled transport. In respect for my Dad it is what I did.

Fast forward almost thirty years, the mortgage is paid off, there's money in the bank, we both have well paid jobs, that hankering for two wheels came back, BIG time. In the time we had this motorbike, we/I never had a wobble, never had a near miss and never had a scare, whilst we were out and about on it, that is. Five years on, I sold it, charging, and getting more than I bought it for. So what kind of bike was it? It was a Harley-Davidson, and it looked like this:
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It was 32 years ago, so not what I look like now. Note the beard, when I asked my doctor if the mole on my face could be removed she said yes, but it might induce cancerous cells some time in the future. She recommended that I hid it behind a beard. When the beard turned silver, I shaved it off, preferring the mole than looking like Santa. Vain? Who me?
Wow! These photos are priceless! You and your wife make a handsome couple! :)
 
Back in the 1960's, here in the UK, we had a fashion, come sect, known as The Mods, meaning Modern. No self respecting Mod could be seen without a motor scooter. Something like this:
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Whilst I couldn't match this fellow's mirrors and head lights, I did have more than a few, but not for long. A drunk all but wiped me out, to be more precise, wiped the scooter out. My father, realising that his son was unscathed, made me promise to forego two wheeled transport. In respect for my Dad it is what I did.

Fast forward almost thirty years, the mortgage is paid off, there's money in the bank, we both have well paid jobs, that hankering for two wheels came back, BIG time. In the time we had this motorbike, we/I never had a wobble, never had a near miss and never had a scare, whilst we were out and about on it, that is. Five years on, I sold it, charging, and getting more than I bought it for. So what kind of bike was it? It was a Harley-Davidson, and it looked like this:
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It was 32 years ago, so not what I look like now. Note the beard, when I asked my doctor if the mole on my face could be removed she said yes, but it might induce cancerous cells some time in the future. She recommended that I hid it behind a beard. When the beard turned silver, I shaved it off, preferring the mole than looking like Santa. Vain? Who me?
My goodness. Is there ever a time when you and the Mrs. don't look like pure class?! You were a beautiful couple then and still are now. And if only you knew!...Men with silver beards can be very sexy and Lordy...don't let them be bald too! :love:
 
A few weeks ago, trying desperately to smile wide enough to get the bars on my badass new dentures (I have no back molars) to show. Ended up looking like more of a lunatic grimace, but eh, kinda fits. LOL View attachment 204122
Too funny! If anyone ever tries to mug you, just make that face. You'll see how handy that expression comes in. But seriously, you are lovely. Nice eyes, looks like you have beautiful skin, glasses look great and I like the way your hair frames your face. It takes time but I hope you'll be able to get used to your new dentures.
 
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I took this selfie in April of last year, a couple of months after my 74th birthday. I wanted to see if I could do the wrap the way I've seen other
"Sistahs" do it. Wrapping doesn't come easy for me so I used two pieces...the first things I found that matched which were a bonnet and thin scarf. They come pre-wrapped but the ones I've seen are too flat to the head. I posted it on Facebook and something funny happened. My Black friends and relatives thought the look was great on me. My Caucasian friends....not so much. One responded that she didn't want to offend me but to her it looked like I was wearing whipped cream on my head. I got a good laugh when I read her comment. I responded that she was absolutely right and assured her that these wraps come in different colors and patterns. I told her that she didn't offend me at all but gave me my first laugh of the day. :ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO: Truth be told, I'd never wear this kind of thing out of the house anyway because I'm afraid it would unravel. @Pecos

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I took this selfie in April of last year, a couple of months after my 74th birthday. I wanted to see if I could do the wrap the way I've seen other
"Sistahs" do it. Wrapping doesn't come easy for me so I used two pieces...the first things I found that matched which were a bonnet and thin scarf. They come pre-wrapped but the ones I've seen are too flat to the head. I posted it on Facebook and something funny happened. My Black friends and relatives thought the look was great on me. My White friends....not so much. One responded that she didn't want to offend me but to her it looked like I was wearing whipped cream on my head. I got a good laugh when I read her comment. I responded that she was absolutely right and assured her that these wraps come in different colors and patterns. I told her that she didn't offend me at all but gave me my first laugh of the day. :ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO: Truth be told, I'd never wear this kind of thing out of the house anyway because I'm afraid it would unravel.

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Looking great! It also goes well with your earrings, in my opinion.
 

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