After 12 years I still drive, but only around town while running errands. And even that can pose its share of risks. For example, just last week or so I was waiting in line at a stop sign just down the street from my house in broad daylight when I dozed off. This prompted our late-model Subaru to ease forward as my foot on the brake relaxed. Had this happen with our older Subaru I would’ve plowed into the car ahead of me. But this late-model Forester woke me up with its alarms screaming at me just after it automatically slammed on the brakes. At first I thought for sure I’d hit the guy. This is the third such instance of falling asleep at the wheel. The other two were even scarier because they happened in a 2014 model BMW on twisty two-lane highways where the road took a turn while I just kept going straight.
My neurologist has been saying I shouldn’t drive at all. The thing that bothers me the most is this feeling of being trapped inside our village where health care is spotty at best, and where I have to have my 78-year-old wife drive me to every appointment. For the past three months she hasn’t been able to drive at all because of a broken elbow.
The only way I feel I can travel any distance safely would be if I bought an ultralight.