You won’t see me driving when I’m old. Actually, you probably won’t see many people driving since teleportation will be so standard. I guess I’ll have to make this hypothetical.
If I were old today, I wouldn’t drive anywhere. I might not be aware of my elderly perception of the time/space/speed-limit continuum, but I guarantee my ass wouldn’t be driving anywhere.
First off, I’m old. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to stay in my house and watch court shows. I might watch a little news, just so I could conspire with my elderly friends on how we can best screw future generations at the voting booth – absentee ballot of course. Hey, we’re old. We’re going to die soon. Today’s youths don’t understand or appreciate us. Let’s screw em.
I don’t think any old person wants to drive anywhere. They either have no one to get their groceries or, more likely, they are suicidal, wanting someone to plow through them during a slow creep into an intersection. “Please, kill me now,” would be the thought. “Dammit. Don’t honk at me and flip me off! You’re driving an F-350. You could end my meaningless existence now and barely have to scrape my Taurus off your bumper.”
Young people just don’t understand.