So...
I'd almost completed filling up my 91 NSX at a local gas station, and I'm watching the numbers spin at the pump. I'd pulled up to the second of two pumps at the island, so there is a free pump behind me. As I'm daydreaming...I hear the sound of a car's radiator fan getting closer and closer...far closer than it should be. I turn to see a very, very old man (at least in his 80's or 90's by my estimation...wearing those full-coverage sun-glasses to block most sunlight from your eyes...) driving a 25+ year old Buick...heading for my back bumper at about 1 MPH. I was reminded of an oil tanker trying to stop...
He had already passed his pump, and is staring straight ahead. I start yelling at him and jump between him and the NSX...because there is no way that I'm going to let him hit my car. He stops about three feet away, remains mostly motionless, and then slowly starts backing up...without looking behind him as far as I could tell. By this time, I'm terrified that he will back up, then shift into the wrong gear, and this will start all over again. I quickly yanked the pump nozzle out of the fuel filler neck, screwed the cap on, shut the access door, paid and grabbed the receipt in record time. I jumped in the car like I was doing an old time LeMans start, and got distance between me and the other driver.
The very, very scary part about all this is that this gentleman...someone's father and undoubtedly someone's grandfather...is out driving by himself. I value my independence as much as anyone, but IMHO this person should not be driving...period. Absolutely an accident waiting to happen. I sincerely hope that he made it home...and I hope and pray that he doesn't injure himself or anyone else.
Wow...
I'd almost completed filling up my 91 NSX at a local gas station, and I'm watching the numbers spin at the pump. I'd pulled up to the second of two pumps at the island, so there is a free pump behind me. As I'm daydreaming...I hear the sound of a car's radiator fan getting closer and closer...far closer than it should be. I turn to see a very, very old man (at least in his 80's or 90's by my estimation...wearing those full-coverage sun-glasses to block most sunlight from your eyes...) driving a 25+ year old Buick...heading for my back bumper at about 1 MPH. I was reminded of an oil tanker trying to stop...
He had already passed his pump, and is staring straight ahead. I start yelling at him and jump between him and the NSX...because there is no way that I'm going to let him hit my car. He stops about three feet away, remains mostly motionless, and then slowly starts backing up...without looking behind him as far as I could tell. By this time, I'm terrified that he will back up, then shift into the wrong gear, and this will start all over again. I quickly yanked the pump nozzle out of the fuel filler neck, screwed the cap on, shut the access door, paid and grabbed the receipt in record time. I jumped in the car like I was doing an old time LeMans start, and got distance between me and the other driver.
The very, very scary part about all this is that this gentleman...someone's father and undoubtedly someone's grandfather...is out driving by himself. I value my independence as much as anyone, but IMHO this person should not be driving...period. Absolutely an accident waiting to happen. I sincerely hope that he made it home...and I hope and pray that he doesn't injure himself or anyone else.
Wow...