My farther drove well into his nineties and kind of phased himself out, initially for longer journeys he’d either get the train or myself to take him, then he phased out going through town but was lucky enough to have a close relative next door who took him shopping. He cherished the car just to drive down a very steep hill from his house and go was a walk on the flat but have the car to come back up the hill. He was very reluctant to give up completely and it was when his little car wouldn’t make another MOT that he stopped. I can understand anyone’s reluctance to stop but hope I have enough sense to stop when I am no longer fit or able.
