I was nearly late for my meeting yesterday morning because I got behind an elderly woman driver. I’m patient with older drivers—other than muttering under my breath— because someday I’m going to be one of them. I was muttering a lot yesterday.
Elderly drivers tend to be overly cautious. This particular woman was driving ten miles under the speed limit of 45 mph. I could have passed her, but I’m always worried someone might be in my blind spot. Yes, I know my new car has blind spot detection—I get a flashing warning on my side view mirror if someone is in my blindspot—but what if it isn’t working when I decide to pass? Besides, I was going to be taking a right turn in eight miles, so I needed to be in that right lane anyway.
It would probably have been faster if I had taken the highway, but I don’t like to merge. Besides, people drive crazy fast on the highway. So I took the main drag with all the traffic lights. I hit every single one of them, thanks to that old woman.
Going home after the meeting was so much quicker since I wasn’t behind an overly cautious elderly driver. My way home is a longer distance than the way I come, though, because I like to take just right turns , if possible. The only bit of unpleasantness on my return trip was when someone beeped at me when I was stopped at a red light. The law says you may turn right on red. You don’t have to.
Anyway, just wanted to put my two cents in about being patient with elderly drivers. As I said, someday I will be one of them.