She had been in numerous fender benders, would stop in the middle of the street for no reason, ran red lights, claimed “she didn’t see them,” rammed the back of the garage repeatedly because the “brake peddle wasn’t where it was supposed to be,” - all while appearing completely lucid - my family was trying to protect other drivers out there from an elderly relative who should not have been driving.
Fortunately, she entered a nursing home before she could kill anyone.
The doctor that over-rode our family and the original doctor and restored this relative’s driving ability should have been made to take a drive with her.
That is all.
I remember reading years ago about a family who finally took Grandma’s keys away after she asked her 16-year-old grandson to write out instructions on how to start the car and tape them on the dash.
My own grandmother, though, was the oldest licensed driver in her state at 99, and never had a wreck that I know of. She was still living alone when she had a heart attack while shoveling snow, about 6 weeks before her 100th birthday.