This reminds me of my father wanting to drive the car long after the keys have been taken away.
I have many great stories about my senile mother (before she passed).
At one point she announced to my father that she was leaving him—and taking the car to drive from CA to CT.
There was a car in the garage—had been sitting there unused for over a year.
It had four flat tires.
Lol.
My mother in law who lived to be 97 and was sharp as she could be, reading up to three books at a time, had us take away her keys when she turned 90. My father, again sharp but quite frail, didn’t get the message until we told him that we wouldn’t let our kids ride with him. Sad.