
Ray “Speed” Wilkins
Husband. Father. Grandfather. Still Speed. The nickname made more sense several decades ago.

They’ve still got it. Whatever “it” was.
They've still got it. Whatever “it” was.
Ray “Speed” Wilkins and his buddies have spent decades getting older.
They've taken it remarkably well.
Mostly by refusing to believe it happened.
Speed, Flash, and Bull are in their mid-sixties.
But old? Please.
They're the Young Bucks. Always have been. There's still golf to play, adventures to have, gadgets to master, and absolutely no reason they shouldn't be able to do everything they did thirty years ago.
Their knees have declined to comment.

Husband. Father. Grandfather. Still Speed. The nickname made more sense several decades ago.

Ray's wife and the one person immune to the legend of Speed Wilkins. She knew him before the legend had editorial control.

Ray's old friend and lifelong rival. Neither Speed nor Flash remembers exactly when the competition started. Neither is willing to lose it.

Good friend, good company, and usually the first one laughing—which is unfortunate when Ray is trying to make a serious point.