speaking of random accidents

RatLabGuy

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Guess she had a Rendezvous planned with that house.
 
I work at a large clinic that has many elderly patients. About every 4 years we get an amazing parking lot event with landscaping changes. I'm not sure why they get confused but it always seems to involve wide open throttle until they're stopped. I only get to see the destruction and hear stories from other employees that witnessed. But we're working on getting cameras.
 
I work at a large clinic that has many elderly patients. About every 4 years we get an amazing parking lot event with landscaping changes. I'm not sure why they get confused but it always seems to involve wide open throttle until they're stopped. I only get to see the destruction and hear stories from other employees that witnessed. But we're working on getting cameras.
I've seen it too. We've started parking elderly customer's cars facing out towards the street with the concrete filled pipes behind the car so either way they don't tear everything in the lot including our own vehicles all to hell in their confusion after getting the oil change or whatever.

Had a 90ish woman get in a mid 90s olds, that had been left idling for her because she was standing there when the boss backed it out after inspecting it. She climbed in, floored it, sat there bouncing off the rev limiter while he yelled at her for a good 30 seconds through the closed window as she kept trying to start the already running engine, just tearing the flexplate all to hell.

Just as he ripped the door open yelling at her no to put it in reverse, she yanked the shifter into R. He jumped in on top of her, kicked her foot off the gas, hit the brake and got it stopped just feet away from another customers car in the lot, all the while hanging half out the open door.

We watched another old guy ram into the side of another car at the grocery store next door one afternoon too. He just shot straight into the lot still going 45-50 mph it seemed.

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Once you turn about 70 yrs old, you should have to pass a strict driving test in your car every year.
Regardless of if it makes sense, that'll never fly because half the legislature is part of that group.
 
This reminds me about the last time we visited my grandma at her house in Arizona. She lived in a retirement community, I'm sure stuff like this happened often. She still drove her big ol square crown Vic in the late 90s, she wasn't scared to get on the road. She still drove pretty well, and she would make fun of the "old fuddy duds" who couldn't drive, or thought they could but wrecked.
So we went out to a Mexican restaurant, drank some Budweisers with grandma, then piled in he car to go back home. She was feisty, and asked if we wanted to have some fun in the Safeway (grocery store) parking lot. She starts doing granny donuts, wide sweeping 200ft circles at about 9mph...she was having a blast, laughing and carrying on. My mom was aghast, but I was like you rock. Guess it skips a generation :burnout:
 
I can remember the last time I rode with my 85 Mammaw before she stopped driving. She took me and my future wife to the airport to fly to Vegas to get Married and the honeymoon. We were running a couple minutes behind so my wife says to Mammaw let me drive there so we don't miss our flight. Well Mammaw said I got this and took off like a bat out of hell running 25-30 mph over the speed limit. Needless to say she scared the shit out of my wife. Lol.
 
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on the other end of the old driver spectrum, was my grandpa Jones. Had a mid 70s chevy silverado . When I was a later teenager,I would hang out with him a couple of weeks in august to help him plant his winter collards to sell. He would load us up in the back of that truck and off to Whiteville we would go. He would increase speed to 30 and then back down to 20...up to 30...back down to 20. He would do that the 12 or so miles to town and the 12 or so miles back home. If he saw a drink bottle...he would slam on the brakes, I would hop out the back and run across traffic to retrieve the drink bottle and battle my way back hoping not to get run over while he sat in his lane blocking traffic. All the time hollering at me it was taking a long time to get back in the truck. Grandpa was a mess.
 
Lol. Before he passed, my granddad had gotten to where he drove 1 speed. 50 mph.
Anywhere, that was it. Didn't matter if it was through his neighborhood, or on the 4 lane highway. 50.
 
Lol. Before he passed, my granddad had gotten to where he drove 1 speed. 50 mph.
Anywhere, that was it. Didn't matter if it was through his neighborhood, or on the 4 lane highway. 50.
My grandpa does that now. But his single speed is 25 mph. We've been trying to keep him from driving for a few months now, but he lives an hour away (for us running normal speeds) and he's resisting going to a home.

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