CEBU CITY — Soon, our current driver”ºs license will lapse. We won’t renew a document we’ve had in our wallet for decades now. Earlier, we let our international driver”ºs license also peter out. That’s a marker others before us have trod.
We didn’t recognize it then. But this last phase in a rite of passage came in the form of a question we lobbed to the cheerful man who walked in: “And you are…what?” “Your new driver, sir,” Aniceto Camposo answered. “Your son says you should not drive anymore.”
We did not give up our car keys. They were gently taken away from us. Our children hired Aniceto. “The difference between a good driver and a bad driver is 40 years too many on the road,” they explained.
Families and lawmakers face the dilemma of whether — or when — to take away lolo’s car keys. Studies conclude that drivers in their 60s are among the safest, the Economist reports. Those aged 70 are a fraction of the population. Yet, this sliver accounts for 17 percent of pedestrian deaths. From 80s onward, death rates were nine times greater than for those under-70.
Long before Henry Ford assembled the first buggy, the Psalmist wrote: “Seventy is the sum of our years. Eighty if we are strong.” But taking our hands off the wheel, for good, took time to sink in. Decades of habit resisted the shift.
We drove all five kids to grade school through clogged Manila traffic. In Bangkok, we taught the five how to drive. We ferried them to colleges in Maryland, Pennsylvania, and Massachusetts.
Former President Bill Clinton dubs us “junior-senior”. Associated Press uses the phrase “near-elderly”. My surviving classmates prefer to be called “mature”. Indeed, our locks are grey and we use bifocals. We fumble for names. Please speak a little louder, we ask.
That brought back memories of our lapsed international drivers license at a despedida party for Asian journalists in a resort outside Ulan Bator, capital of Mongolia. Alcohol, notably the traditional airag — made from fermented mare’s milk — flowed freely. “Don’t worry,” our official guide told me. ”I’ll be at your door at seven sharp tomorrow to bring you to the airport.
At seven on the dot, he was at the door of our ger, the traditional Mongolian tent home. Bleary-eyed, he thrust the car keys to me. “I drive and we’ll end in the Tuul River,” which is 18 miles southwest of Ulan Bator. “Drive with an expired license, and you’ll catch your flight to Beijing, then Bangkok.”
Reluctantly, we stretched out our hands for the car key. As we left the ger side road, and slid into the highway, a panaroma of a vast land, which is one of the world’s least densely-populated countries, appeared. There are over 2.8 million Mongolians thinly spread over 1.5 million square kilometers.
Alongside Bolivia, Monolia lodged at slot 108 among 187 countries in human development, measured by UN in 2013. Life expectancy rose from 57 in 1980 to almost 69 in 2012. But poverty remains widespread.
What came to mind, however, on this drive was the song from the 1970 film On a Clear Day, You Can See Forever. That starred Barbra Streisand, Yves Montand, and Jack Nicholson. “Miss Streisand, as a 22-year-old New Yorker whose Yiddish intonations are so thick they sound like a speech defect, defines innocence by sitting with her knees knocked together and her feet spread far apart, a mannerism she may have picked up from Mary Pickford,” one of the reviews noted. In the event, we caught our flight. How our guide drove back, we never learned.
Today, more youngsters have ignition keys to more horsepower than our generation did. “Teenagers mature, gain experience, and put risky behavior behind them,” the Economist adds. “(Far too many) of the elderly do not realize how much skill, judgment, and reaction time they’ve lost. They don’t factor in deteriorating vision and lesser stamina.
As years pile up, the brain begins to shrink, blood flow slackens. Ability to process thoughts — “cognitive function” is the medical term — slows down. After retirement, two out of three begin to experience “senior moments”: tendency to misplace things, a word on the tip of the tongue which never comes, etc. Memory lapses become frequent.
Cognitive skills allow one to steer smoothly, or ease in between fast-moving cars. Our grand-daughter just graduated from the University of California-Los Angeles (UCLA). Youngsters like her can hit brakes within “0.7 second for something expected to 1.5 seconds for a total surprise.” Not her Lolo.
Three factors interlock in accidents involving elderly drivers: a) poor judgment, notably when turning across oncoming traffic, b) drifting out of lane; and c) inability to react fast to cope with surprises.
“It takes 8,460 bolts to assemble a car, and just one nut to scatter them all over the road” So when should you let your licenses lapse? There are no clear-cut guidelines.
Ask your doctor. Many in the grey mop crowd are “maintenance medication” for chronic ailments. Some drugs have ingredients that further dull motor skills and whittle reaction times.
Families can best judge it’s time for an older driver to slide out from behind the wheel, says University of Massachusetts Gerontology professor Elizabeth Dugan. “But many wait until an accident.”
Now a sophomore at UCLA, our grandson Adrian is applying for his first driver’s license. His lolo will paste up this last license as a souvenir — if we can remember where we left our scrapbook.
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