My car has a new safety feature—ME! 

I’m not driving anymore.  After 85,000 miles, and 21 accident-free years, I decided to give up my little old Saturn as long as I could still find it in the parking lot. I did not want live to be so old that I terrify people, and I still take life one mile at a time.

A driver where I live forgot where she was going which is especially frightening when encountered with a road closure and a detour. I don’t like unexpected scenic views.

It’s not my driving that scared me—it’s those other people. For instance, a stop sign is more than a suggestion, and turn signals should not be a guessing game. Consequently, I always drove like I only have one life to live, and I irritated other drivers because I drove the speed limit..

I don’t look at giving up my car as a bad thing, but rather than I am just transitioning to a new speed. Also, I am very fortunate that transportation is available where I live. 

Of course, there’s always Lyft, but I don’t like it because my Mother always told me not to 
get into a car with a stranger.

Esther Blumenfeld