My experience: After age 60, when you hit a bump things rattle. After 70, you hit a bump and things fall off and you have to go back and pick 'em up.
That's great!
Reminds me of my beloved partner, who broke me in on the job, taught me everything I knew. A man among men (-he was actually recruited for the Rhodesian Army in the '70s! He declined.)
He used to tell us, "Once you turn 40, the warranty expires." "Once you turn 45, the warranty expires." "Once you turn 50, the warranty expires." "Once you turn 55, the warranty expires."
We knew that, as long as he lived, "the warranty" would keep moving out, and we were safe.
He had won gun fights, knife fights, club fights and open hand fights. We were in many of them with him. He was a machine.
And he walked little old ladies across the street.
It was comforting. You always felt young around him.
We lost him a couple of years ago to cancer. He made it to 60.
Now we know that, that's where the warranty runs out.
If you make 70 brother, God bless you. Keep doing what you're doing!