Okay, that was a fun title, but I haven’t really lost my drivers license. And I have never owned a Maserati that did 185.
I gave the license up— voluntarily—after speaking with my neurologists about my driving ability and driving behavior. One doctor pointed out that she could have it medically revoked if necessary, and talked about a Parkinson’s patient who crashed his car twice and still refused to stop driving. She revoked his license.
I asked if there was a way to wait until just before I had an accident to revoke it. She laughed and said no.
She became serious again, and said that, if I was involved in an injury crash, my fault or not, the other party’s attorney would undoubtedly find out about my Parkinson’s and I’d be sunk after that.
So I don’t drive anymore. To make sure I don’t, and to save money, I cancelled my auto insurance.
Then, I discovered that Uber, the ride-sharing (or “ride-hailing”) service, actually has drivers in my small town. Not as many as in Phoenix, which I’m told may have too many, but what appears to be just the right number for a city of 50,000.
This is great news for me, because I like the smartphone/no-cash-exchanged aspect of the transaction much better than the taxi services here, which are also slower to arrive.
I like the real-time display showing where the car is located and how long it will be until it arrives.
And, so far, the drivers have been polite and safe. (One even showed me a faster way to get where I wanted to go than I knew.)
They’re not available around the clock. There are no rides available from about midnight to 8 a.m., give or take. But I can live with that.
Now if I could get an Uber driver to agree to pull my boat trailer to one of our local lakes so I can go fishing, I’d be all set.
Life’s been good to me so far.
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