Published on March 7th, 2016 | by Ann Rickard0
Catch Me If You Can
Is it a reality or just a common myth that as you age you drive much slower?
We have all had the experience of being in a car behind an old bloke driving 35 kmh in a 70 zone and been nearly driven insane.
Who among us has not sat behind such an old man?
He usually has a bowling hat on, or his bowling hat is on the back dashboard, and he is crawling along without a care in the world, oblivious to the line of cars stretching a couple of kilometres behind, all with angry drivers waving impotent fists at him.
(Apologies for the stereotyping of the old bloke and for giving him a bowling hat. Shameful of me. Lots of young people enjoy bowling and have hats. I think you know what I mean.)
If it is not the bloke, it is the old lady with the Sunday best hat.
Even though I am of a certain age I do not fit the mould of the old bloke or old lady with a hat.
I find with each year that I age, my foot gets heavier on the pedal. I am prone to driving faster, not slower, as I bound into old age.
Maybe I am a freak but I feel no compulsion to slow down in the car just because I have had an impressive number of birthdays.
I always, always, stick to the speed limit, let me assure you of that, I am a good law-biding citizen.
I have to keep myself in check, especially on highways where 100 seems to be ridiculously slow and I am anxious to get going, to overtake the dawdlers and reach my destination before anyone else.
I have aging friends who feel the same way.
Perhaps it is only our fathers and grandfathers who felt the need to slow down in the car as they matured.
I will keep on driving at the correct speed for as long as I can. There will never be a bowling hat on my back dashboard.
Nor will there be a 2km line of frustrated drivers behind me.
Safe driving to you.