At the time of our conversation in 2007 the Old Man was still driving regularly, though only on familiar roads in the suburbs of Peakville.
In March 2008, I was talking with my childhood friend Mrs AD, whose mother was several years older than the Old Man, and still was living in her own house. “He isn’t one of these bumbling old drivers,” I told her. “He probably drives faster than I do.”
In 2008, on more than one occasion, he scraped the nearside of his car against the doorpost of the garage — “It tends to catch against the side of the car.” The damage was repaired, at surprisingly low cost, by a panelbeater that a local service-garage recommended.
Later in 2008 the Old Man experienced a slight mishap — “The car in front backed into me.” This was when he was in stationary traffic on a roundabout.
Early in 2009, without any prompting from me, but to my great relief, he gave up driving.
[Original posting 24 September 2009]