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Let’s face it. The term “midlife crisis” has a bad reputation. We’ve been conditioned to picture a 48-year-old accountant in pleated khakis, suddenly buying a leather jacket and a two-seater convertible he can’t fit his golf clubs into. But what if the entire concept of the midlife crisis has been misdiagnosed? What if it isn’t a crisis of age, but a crisis of portability ?

If "Midlife Crisis v 034 Portable" follows the aesthetic of its naming convention, it likely features:

The radio transforms a boring Sunday into a mission. And at this stage of life, we need missions more than we need more stuff.