Also will mention - when I was a kid the guy I absolutely wanted to be someday was the old guy who lived out the road from us.
Total badass in my eyes - drove a El Camino SS, played a red sparkle telecaster through a silver face deluxe reverb and was knew all the popular country of the day in the mid 70s. Used to play regularly every weekend with my grad dad and dad occasionally joining in.
Older guy in my eyes (read mid 40s) and no kids - just him and his wife. They kinda adopted my parents who were young, broke and barely getting by. Would regularly come over helping do projects around the house (he was a handyman type working odd jobs when he wanted to). Lived life on his own terms - did what he wanted and never had to answer to some damn boss for a paycheck. He was as good as there was in my eyes - miss those days when we grew up poor and every weekend was a party of a mix of relatives and friends crashing at our house - playing music or cards all night followed by a big meal every Sunday.