My Mom has a handicap plate on her car, and I drive it when I run errands for her, so it gets the batter charged, the fluids circulated, and a fresh tank of gas once in a while. If I don't it can sit for weeks, and that's not good for them. Never park it in a handicap slot, though.
One of my uncles had polio when he was 2. Right leg 1 1/2” shorter than his left, the calf about the size of my biceps. At least a dozen surgeries, I’m not sure how long in an iron lung, enough metal in his right leg to built a radio.
I’ve watched him refuse to get a handicapped sticker or plates for many years, even when I had to help him get in the store, half carrying him sometimes. He finally had the leg amputated just below the knee and walks on an artificial leg now. Still refuses to get a handicapped sticker. He says as long as he can still walk someone who needs it can have the handicapped spot.
I did carpenter work with him for several years. I’ve seen him climb on ladders every day, walk on the roof every day doing several roofing jobs, crawl around on his knees doing floors. And I’ve seen him do it with blisters on his stump the size of a quarter...
And I’ve seen people half his age (He’s about 65 now) who won’t do most of the jobs we did and won’t do them half as well if they do. And I don’t like it when I see them in a handicapped space without a sticker...