Five times, in “brooms”

Are you five times older than your car? Or more? I'm five times older than my Peugeot. The car turned 13 in December. I am turning 65 today. If my arithmetic is right, 5 x 13 = my age. Ouch.

The old stone shed in the vineyard is probably older than I am, but my Peugeot is much younger.

My age is higher than the high temperature we are expecting to have this afternoon — even on the Fahrenheit scale. The local weather is improving, however. We now expect a full seven days of sunshine (but not 65 of them).

I'm definitely older than this flower... but who knows the age of the bulb it grew from? Rhetorical question.

I'm older than my father was when he passed away. But I'm not yet older than my mother! I'm older than my sister, who would say that I'm three days older than dirt.

I like to think that these trees are older than I am, but then maybe not. They're taller, though.

I'm older than Callie, even if you count in dog years. I've got clothes older than a lot of people I know. I'm about six times older than the number of years I've spent living in Saint-Aignan.

I'm led to believe that a lot of the vines in the Renaudière vineyard are older than I am.

Anyway, even at 65 balais — that's what they say in French slang: "65 brooms"* — I'm not as old as most of my neighbors, or many of my friends. So there's still hope. Happy Birthday to me.

* One possible explanation for the brooms is that people used to get a new broom every year, because the old one was worn out and, as you know, a new broom sweeps clean. So if you had, or had had, 65 brooms in your life, that was your age.