My younger brothers, Tim and Ted, turn 108 today. That's 54 plus 54.
They always wanted to be as old as Dad, so each year they would double their age and see if it equalled Dad's age. Each year they were disappointed, until they reached their 29th birthday, the same age Dad was when they were born.
When they were teenagers, Tim and Ted wanted an old milk truck. They intended to put a steering wheel in either end of the truck so that they could both drive. When they wanted to go north, Tim could drive; when they wanted to go south, it would be Ted's turn.
They never got that milk truck, but they did ride a red tandem bicycle. Despite their best efforts, they never could figure out how to fix it so they could go opposite directions. Years ago, they both turned north and ended up in Alaska, one in Anchorage and one in Juneau. The scenery of their lives is different one from another, but they're still headed in the same direction.