And in the center lane as well. And look how many old women there are on that bus.My late F-I-L used to drive into town on a 4-lane artery with a 50 mph limit. He would drive 30 right in the middle of two lanes. He’d laugh about the folks who would give him the “high sign.” I’m surprised he wasn’t shot. Nothing could make him stop driving, not even when he backed out of his driveway into a 10-wheel electric utility truck. Drove his daughters nuts. Ma isn’t a caricature, she’s a documentary!Please God, take me before I become that.
My MIL finally agreed to stop driving after she ran a red light and was t-boned. Nobody was hurt. Her explanation: I wanted to get home so I wouldn’t miss my Soaps.
My mom lived into her 90’s and was her group’s designated driver to every bingo game in 3 counties. She was a careful driver – always following the rules of the road and never had an accident. Her one vice- she preferred to drive over the speed limit.
About a year before she died, she got pulled over for speeding. When the officer looked at her license, he just shook his head and told her to please slow down.
I put a padlock on my late Mothers garage door when she was in her 90s, my SIL said it won’t be enough you need to disable the car he was right. She simply told her neighbor her wonderful son put a lock on for security but she dropped the key. Neighbor helped her look and when they couldn’t find the key he kindly removed the padlock with a pair of bolt cutters so she could make her " appointment ". I could write a book.
My mom drove with one pedal or the other on the floor. My BIL said “she didn’t drive; she lurched”. When I got the car, it had 15,000 miles on it – and needed a brake job.
As Mikie said, Dear Lord, don’t let me get that way.
true story. my Aunt Jen was 90+ and living in Desoto, MO back in the 60’s. She was small, maybe 5’0 and weighed in at something less than 100lbs. she drove an old, green land yacht. my mom, sister and I were visiting her…I was maybe 12, 13 yoa. after leaving her mom realized she had left her cigarettes at the house so she stopped at a Rexhall Drug Store to buy another pack. While mom is inside I see traffic on the main drag thru town (Desoto in the 60’s was a small, country town) start diving for their respective shoulders and then I see why. Here comes Aunt Jen driving that big boat straddling the two lanes, peering THROUGH the steering wheel and holding mom’s cigarette case in her left hand out of the window and calling mom’s name. it was a sight to behold. mom came out of the store just in time to witness this. we came to find out that everyone in town knew ‘Jennie’ and got the heck out of her way when they saw her coming.
mikie2 over 9 years ago
And in the center lane as well. And look how many old women there are on that bus.My late F-I-L used to drive into town on a 4-lane artery with a 50 mph limit. He would drive 30 right in the middle of two lanes. He’d laugh about the folks who would give him the “high sign.” I’m surprised he wasn’t shot. Nothing could make him stop driving, not even when he backed out of his driveway into a 10-wheel electric utility truck. Drove his daughters nuts. Ma isn’t a caricature, she’s a documentary!Please God, take me before I become that.
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member over 9 years ago
My MIL finally agreed to stop driving after she ran a red light and was t-boned. Nobody was hurt. Her explanation: I wanted to get home so I wouldn’t miss my Soaps.
ellisaana Premium Member over 9 years ago
Not all elderly are slow drivers.
My mom lived into her 90’s and was her group’s designated driver to every bingo game in 3 counties. She was a careful driver – always following the rules of the road and never had an accident. Her one vice- she preferred to drive over the speed limit.
About a year before she died, she got pulled over for speeding. When the officer looked at her license, he just shook his head and told her to please slow down.
riverhawk over 9 years ago
I put a padlock on my late Mothers garage door when she was in her 90s, my SIL said it won’t be enough you need to disable the car he was right. She simply told her neighbor her wonderful son put a lock on for security but she dropped the key. Neighbor helped her look and when they couldn’t find the key he kindly removed the padlock with a pair of bolt cutters so she could make her " appointment ". I could write a book.
Dani Rice over 9 years ago
My mom drove with one pedal or the other on the floor. My BIL said “she didn’t drive; she lurched”. When I got the car, it had 15,000 miles on it – and needed a brake job.
As Mikie said, Dear Lord, don’t let me get that way.
rk911 over 9 years ago
true story. my Aunt Jen was 90+ and living in Desoto, MO back in the 60’s. She was small, maybe 5’0 and weighed in at something less than 100lbs. she drove an old, green land yacht. my mom, sister and I were visiting her…I was maybe 12, 13 yoa. after leaving her mom realized she had left her cigarettes at the house so she stopped at a Rexhall Drug Store to buy another pack. While mom is inside I see traffic on the main drag thru town (Desoto in the 60’s was a small, country town) start diving for their respective shoulders and then I see why. Here comes Aunt Jen driving that big boat straddling the two lanes, peering THROUGH the steering wheel and holding mom’s cigarette case in her left hand out of the window and calling mom’s name. it was a sight to behold. mom came out of the store just in time to witness this. we came to find out that everyone in town knew ‘Jennie’ and got the heck out of her way when they saw her coming.
orbenjawell Premium Member over 9 years ago
65 mph speed limit on that road: well, I declare!!