I’ve taken to calling the 61-year-old Modern Dad “Old Dad” because of his near constant remarks on our trip about being too old to ski the way he used to. He just can’t ski as fast, and he just can’t ski as long without stopping because he’s not as young anymore.

I’m here to tell you Old Dad is a walking contradiction.

We found ourselves riding Vail’s Eagle Bahn Gondola up the mountain one afternoon. Gondolas are fantastic breaks from ski lifts because you ride in fully enclosed cars and they’re typically long enough rides that you can take off your gloves and goggles and rest.

On this particular ride, we were joined in the car by four other people, three of them appearing to be younger than I. Those folks were commenting about a guy below who crashed on the slopes (because that’s what you do when you’re on a lift) and about various injuries that could be had.

“Just pour some ‘Tussin on it,” Old Dad interjects.

The younguns stare at him blankly, clearly having no idea what he’s referring to. Meanwhile, I start staring out the window, knowing good and well where this is going.

“You know, like Chris Rock?”

More blank stares.

Old Dad proceeds to act out Chris Rock’s Robitussin bit from “Bigger and Blacker” show. He does it with a decent Chris Rock voice. It’s, of course, not the first time he’s recited this. The man is a licensed MD, so you know he’s done the routine for dozens of fellow doctors and nurses, and I’m willing to bet even a patient or two has been subject to it. We occasionally get the “Big Piece of Chicken” bit at dinner, something I even find myself reciting from time to time.

I swear to you, Old Dad skied a little bit faster after we got off that gondola. Meanwhile, I’m willing to bet those younguns shared with their friends over a beer the story of the old white dude reciting Chris Rock.

Warning: might be NSFW, depending on how uptight your workplace is about swearing.