My father drove up until a week before he died. He was still a good and safe driver at 92 years old. Two weeks before he died, he drove the family in the dark to his favorite Mexican restaurant where he had to back up hill and wedge the car into a tight space. No back-up camera or other nanny features. I remember thinking I could never have pulled off that maneuver. He drove himself to the hospital to have his pacemaker replaced where they botched his surgery and killed him. So everyone is different when they should probably hand over the car keys.
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