It’s been about two years since the day my gas-guzzling SUV broke down as I pulled into my driveway and I decided it was high time to throw in the towel. 

It happened a few months before I was due to renew my Jalisco driver’s permit, and I was on the verge of reaching the age when I would be required to submit a medical report to verify my ability to continue sitting behind the wheel.

Who knows how stringent those medical exams are, but I realized that I was no longer entirely up to snuff. Besides, every time I got out on the road, there was a lingering fear I might accidentally take out some daredevil motorcyclist passing me on the passenger side as I was making a right turn off the highway. The vision of seeing a crumpled body become a hood ornament was just too much to bear.

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