Won't let bygones-be-bygones?
My dad, a former warbird pilot, drives to lunch and dinner every day. He will be 90 next April.
When contacted to drive to dinner, I brought along friends. A poll afterwards revealed that we were all comfortable with his driving, and that we felt very secure.
Seventeen hundred miles away—here in Florida—testing of drivers is hit and miss. One driver in front of me when I was last tested (ten years ago?) couldn't pass the vision test. He was escorted away to a back room—perhaps so the rest of us in line couldn't see that he would be passed anyway.
New Hampshire is considering a boating speed limit of 45MPH because speeds are being seen at up to 165MPH. My neighbor has one of the affected boats, and he has sight in one eye only.
Something needs to be done—even in the "Live Free or Die" state.
Oh that's right. 10 dead, 70 injured. No use crying over spilt milk, huh?