Unbeknowst to me, the other day when I came up on someone stopped a little too quickly and really had to jam the brakes on, my doctor was behind me. I had an appointment with him yesterday, and he said I needed to quit driving ASAP. I did already recognize that my reflexes were degraded, so I said OK. Wife can drive. I've got a good 5 mile range on my chair, and, as long as the weather holds, I can get to my Dr, the bank, someplace to get cigs, and the small grocery store downtown.