It is a stereotype. Elderly drivers are dangerous. Especially those driving Volvos. Particularly those wearing hats.
Well. Somebody told me that tale thirty or so years ago. And it has stuck in my mind.
I don't drive Volvos. I don't normally wear hats while driving but occasionally I will wear a baseball style cap. Nonetheless I may have turned into an elderly driver. Just maybe.
Friday night. It is dark and rain is falling. City back streets, not well lit. I'm trying to find a car space. I notice one to my right on a one way street. (Overseas readers, we drive on the left hand side of the road in Australia.) Actually I have driven almost past the space.
I check my back mirror. I check my side mirror. My rear window is splattered with rain. I cannot see anything behind me. All is dark.
I start to reverse my car. I continue to reverse my car. Suddenly. Simultaneously. A car horn and a very loud crashing sound.
I have backed into something. I look back at the rear window. Still cannot see anything.
I get out of my car. A small, black (or maybe it is dark navy) Toyota is behind me. Apparently I have backed into it.
The Toyota driver and I examine her little black car as best we can in the rain and darkness. No evidence of any damage. 'I will check it later in better light and away from the rain' the Toyota driver says.
We both examine my car. Embarrassingly, mine displays a few scratches and minor indentations which I know are from previous incidents. One tiny scratch looks to me to be the result of this incident.
Examining my car the next morning I see several other smallish paint scratches, four in total. If the Toyota driver finds similar damage - and none was evident on the night - it won't be worth claiming the cost of restoration through the insurers.
Drivers. Beware. I am an elderly driver on the road. I drive a dark grey, Mazda 3 sedan.