This may sound crazy, but my goal is to die in my sleep at the ripe old age of 113.
That number is actually very important to me -- it’s twice my dad’s age when he died, plus one year.
On my last day, I will not be living in diapers. I will not be living in a nursing home.
I plan to be scuba diving with my great grandchildren, and I'll probably still be riding my motorcycle.
Join me on the journey and watch the story unfold.