Driving fear into my heart since 1964
An aside:
It’s a blessed wonder my father is still alive since he can’t drive worth a darn. That’s not a new development, so don’t worry that I need to have “the talk” with him, yet.
When I became an adult, I realized that his driving skills weren’t great, but had never known any differently because my mother didn’t drive and I had always ridden with him.
God bless the Toyota Prius and it’s reliable braking system.
How in the world did I learn to drive?
I know I dispense a lot of advice here about how to know when your aging …read more




