This old bird was driving around in a battleship and it looked like she had either side swiped something pretty solid or was the recipient. I'm going to assume the former. It had dents and road rash on every corner of the big old beast. She could barely see over the steering wheel but she looked happy. Happy like a person that gets through her day without knowing, or giving a shit that she's just run over your prized harley.
When I get old like that and I'm running into shit, and my kid tells me it's time to hand over the keys I suspect there will be fight. So part of me thinks bash on cute old lady, but another goes holy crap get her off the road before she kills somebody or herself! Of course she may have a perfect record and I'm just assuming she hit something.
Before my ex's Aunt and Uncle passed away, their car looked like an empty beer can at a nascar race.
Has anybody had to take the keys away, and how successful were you?
When I get old like that and I'm running into shit, and my kid tells me it's time to hand over the keys I suspect there will be fight. So part of me thinks bash on cute old lady, but another goes holy crap get her off the road before she kills somebody or herself! Of course she may have a perfect record and I'm just assuming she hit something.
Before my ex's Aunt and Uncle passed away, their car looked like an empty beer can at a nascar race.
Has anybody had to take the keys away, and how successful were you?