I consider myself to be a pretty good driver. I have been in my fair share of “fender benders”, and a couple of those did result in totaled vehicles, but only one of those was my fault. Actually, I don’t consider myself to be completely at fault, since it had been raining, and the car’s brakes didn’t stop the car I was driving until I was already in the intersection. That’s what I told the traffic judge. However, it still ended up with me paying a small fine for “driving too fast for conditions.” I guess that was better than “running a stop sign,” which I promise I was not intending to do. I really did attempt to stop.
I was once told by a friend that I “drove like an old man.” My response was, “that’s how you get to be an old man.” This was when I lived in South Florida, so my “old man” driving probably fit right in with all the other “old men.” Funny thing about driving down there, people either went 20 miles an hour over the speed limit or 20 miles an hour under the speed limit. I tend to drive pretty close to the speed limit, so that often put me at a distinct disadvantage.