I got my driver’s licence renewed not long ago. My fourth in the Enhanced Driver’s Licence category – reserved for those who have hit the four score threshold. OK, go figure!
Our class of a dozen or more all passed the not quite rigorous test – demonstrating by just drawing a clock and not dropping our h’s that we aren’t yet stymied by physical or physiological troubles. Reassuring, since all of us are keen to keep on driving.
A friend we used to skate with capped his remarkable career by passing his last test at 98. But other oldsters have done better than that. Our group education instructor told us the record licence renewal for Ontario stands at 108. So guess there’s still a long way to go.
Both of my sisters loved driving, and rued the day when advancing age led them to quit. Mary who passed away at 91 kept it up till ill health caught up with her in her mid-80s, but hated ever afterward her loss of driving ability. Helen, who is today celebrating her 92nd milestone, quit voluntarily several years ago, but still strongly laments the loss. Guess we’re a long lived breed, but we do sure love our driving.
True, driving safely isn’t guaranteed at any age, and everyone needs to be careful, especially in busy traffic, in poor weather, in the dark, or when one is not up to par one way or another. Let’s just mind ourselves, and all those other drivers, cyclists and pedestrians when we get behind the wheel.
My driving nowadays, mindful of creaky limbs, is in short spurts, so not venturing too far afield. Keeping away from heavy traffic zones and seldom going out in the dark. Being always on the watch. My Dad’s advice when I was learning stressed watching the sidewalks as well as the road to guard against the unexpected. I have driven defensively, and with my eyes wide open, ever since.