Going to the promised land

When you've got to go, you want to go without pain, strain or delay. The way of the great warriors.

But these days, in an effort to improve your future life, you suffer the excruciating, helpless agony of delay. Meekly, you are expected to take your medicine. The cure is worse than the condition.

Treated as a child again, you crawl, your movements and freedom limited by big brother. Anybody over 50 will pay a heavy price.

But I had checked out my conditions. 'Go west, old man, speed your way to the promised land. Choose life, choose the A34!'