John Long decks at gym?

Do we all want the best for ourselves? If we do we might consider the possibility older bone breaks easily. And once broken they heal less and less perfectly. Listen to Darwin.

I first went to Yosemite Valley when I was seventeen years old, and continued to spend every summer there until I was twenty-five. The first thing I remember of the place was the Camp 4 parking lot, an oily acre crammed with the proudest medley of rust buckets imaginable. Among the really prime rigs was an ancient British step van that must have been parked on the street during the blitzkrieg; an old, dented, salt-pocked Cadillac, now a convertible thanks to a cutting torch; and a red VW van, broadsided, t-boned, rear- ended, and rolled, not a window in it, vice grips where the steering wheel should have been. Few of these ran without priming and a push start. There wasn't a treaded tire in the whole lot, and a live battery got passed back and forth like a gold brick. The license plates were from Canada, Colorado, California, New York -- most of these junkers having been babied down the road with little chance of ever reaching Yosemite, and no chance of ever leaving it.