If the TSA was truly more than just a hindrance to passengers they'd have a claim to make, but when >90% of contraband put through by spot-checkers actually gets through...

And don't get me started on those millimeter-wave scanning machines and their naked images. Or taking off one's shoes, etc.

That's awesome.
Mom had 20/20 and was fully cognizant till her last breath. I think she didn't realize her motor skills had slowed as much as they did, and she still drove like she was 40. Fast. As I said, little bumps into the car in front of her. never even enough for an insurance claim, just enough of a warning sign she wasn't slowing down to her skill level. I think she was just as happy being chauffeured around.
My Father-in-law, Andrew, passed away at 85, he drove to the golf course three times a week and to the poker game on Friday nights till the day he passed. Andrew never had an incident, and he grew up driving in Boston traffic. He drove like it. Even taxi cabs gave way. Yet, never a ding.

There is a stanza from a James McMurty -"Fuller Brush Salesman" about his parents driving technique. Certainly applied to mine:

"Blood-stained blacktops twist up between the wheels. Before we knew it it was all too real
The voice of reason confined to the past
And all that mattered was to get there fast"

Picture this" My step father (who never had a ding or a ticket) would drive the '64 Country Squire wagon (390ci 4-bl, dual exhaust, bias ply tires) down the Maine turnpike (concrete) 85-90 mph with five kids in the back.. pulling a trailer, and getting passed by other cars... pulling their trailers. (Speed limit was, and still is, 75 in the long sections away from the cities) The concrete is long gone.
Those WWII vets never lost the need for the that adrenaline rush.
As kids we knew just how fast we were going by the speed of the thumps of the expansion joints of the concrete highway. When it sounded to sound like a drum roll, we knew we were flying.
The speedometers on most cars topped out at 120. Back then everyone wanted to "bury the needle" at least once. Used to scare the hell out of me as a little kid. I'd hide on the back seat floor. Yet in all that time, I only knew of one person my parents generation to die in a wreck. He got airborne on Middlesex Turnpike (a.k.a. Roller Coaster Road) on, what is appropriately named, "Dead Man's Curve."
Whereas the next generation had ever faster cars and as it would seem, less skill, they were getting in wrecks all the time. In those days the newspapers would show the wreckage, and the bloody bodies, on the front page, above the fold.

You push the park button, it finds the next parking spot. Let go of the wheel and follow the instructions, you control the throttle, transmission direction, and the brake, it does all the steering. Do not touch the steering wheel or it will cancel. I've only used it twice, not a lot need for it, and it worked flawlessly. Quite accurate between the lines, or between other vehicles. I assume it's legal, they sell it, and you are still in control (responsible). I also like the front and rear cameras, and the warnings starting about a foot, with the brakes automatically locking up at about 1-1/2" from a wall or other object. The brakes are not just applied, they are dynamited, so I wait for the one foot warning signal and stop myself. I don't need to be 1-1/2" from an object. Great tools for women drivers (sexist talk), and old men (of which I am in that category).

I am sympathetic to your reasons and I understand what you are saying. Just remember there's more to it than the "government telling me," because they are not making the decision for YOU; they are making the decision for whoever you might hit. There's NO reason good enough to make up for running over and killing some hapless person who doesn't know and can't help the fact that you can't drive as well as you think you can. NOW, please don't be mad: all those things may not be true, but at some point they certainly will be if you live long enough. There IS a time to quit driving, but I honestly think at least in Texas, the state is TOO lenient. What a horrible way to spend your last years, in jail for reckless endangerment, or worse. Best wishes for that to not every happen to you.