- By John Stark
The Washington Times doesn't hold aging drivers entirely responsible for the predicted mayhem on the highways. “In some ways,” it says, “healthy older drivers are, on average, among the safest on the road, more likely to buckle up, observe speed limits and avoid drinking and driving.” Thank you very much.
Who’s crashing into whom? They left out that part of the equation.
In my view, there are many other drivers who should be compelled to surrender their licenses before those who buckle up, obey the rules of the road and just happen to have silver hair are forced to turn in theirs. Slower reflexes and dimming eyesight are nothing compared to the liabilities these drivers represent.
- People who drive with dogs on their laps. Give us the keys.
- The mom or dad who sports a “My child is an honor student” bumper sticker. Of course you’re proud of your young overachiever, but think of all those parents whose kids who won't be applying for Ivy League schools. Give us the keys.
- Anyone who drives a BMW. Why is it always a Bimmer that takes up two parking spaces in the Whole Foods parking lot? Give us the keys.
- Drivers who refuse to make a right turn on a red light when it's perfectly legal. Even honking your horn won’t get them to budge. Give us the keys.
- People who give you the bird. We all do dumb things once in a while when we're behind the wheel, but why take it personally? When I was living in Boston, the driver of a yellow school bus that belonged to a Christian academy flipped me off. Would Jesus have done that? Give us the keys.
- Guys who play music at full volume with all of their windows down. How would you like it if I shared my music with you at the next stoplight — Maria Callas amped to the max? Give us the keys.
- Technically challenged people who hold up the line a drive-up ATM. And let's not forget those who use the drive-up to make multiple deposits. Give us the keys.
- Drivers who honk the instant a red light turns green. Are you that late for Pilates? Give us the keys.
- Passive-aggressive types who take their sweet old time leaving a coveted parking space. While you’re waiting to take their spot, they’re checking their email, putting on lipstick in the rearview mirror, la dee dah, la dee dah. Give us the keys.
- Antique car buffs dressed in period clothing who drive restored Model-T’s down the highway at 10 miles per hour. Cute, but I’m trying to get to Target. Give us the keys.
- Men over 40 who wear gold chains and drive a Porsche. Sorry, I’m not willing to die because of your midlife crisis. Give us the keys.
- All Boston drivers. Give us the keys.