It may be strange for a fifty-something guy to be so completely immersed (emotionally and financially) in remote control monster trucks (not boats, planes, not Ferraris, just monster trucks), and it does lead to some minor bruising and scratching when he insists on driving them over you, and sometimes sand gets into the lemonade or (even worse) the baloney sandwiches, but if it weren’t for these trucks driving all over you, you never would have even met the guy!
The sex is weird though.