Perhaps It's Time to Give Up the Keys? (Dick van Dyke)

My aunt had hers revoked by the state at 95 after an accident. She was madder than a wet hen and was going to give hell to whoever turned her in. We're pretty sure it was her doctor. She vowed to keep driving anyway, but died shortly after that.

My mother voluntarily stopped driving at 95. She was still an excellent driver with good eyesight and reflexes but the traffic in her area was insane. She had to pull out of her dirt road onto a busy highway with semis going 60 mph around a curve and it was starting to make her nervous. She had many, many friends who vowed to drive her anywhere she needed to go, but she died only three months later.
 
I did not see my dad cry very much but the day he was told he could not drive he could not stop the tears all afternoon.
Yes, unfortunately, that's a big thing with too many men. Someone did a study on elderly men, asking them what they were the most proud of or satisfied about themselves; the British and European men mostly said things such as how physically strong they still were, how they could still have sex, how many kids/grandkids they'd had, they could still drink a 25 year old under the table; the American men all said it was that they could still drive. A similar study, the Europeans said the same things and the Americans said it was how much money they'd made. So I guess American men mostly care about machines and money. Ha.
Self driving cars may change that.
If one can afford them, of course.
 
I fell in love with Dick Van Dyke when his show was on in the early 60s and never lost my affection for him.

By all accounts he's the same in real life as the characters he plays: funny, sweet and charming.
 
I fell in love with Dick Van Dyke when his show was on in the early 60s and never lost my affection for him.

By all accounts he's the same in real life as the characters he plays: funny, sweet and charming.
you can tell that, by the way he engaged with those guys in the underground car park...
 


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