Mature?

That's a word rarely used to describe myself.

Turns out, the Commonwealth of Taxsylvania has determined that I might be too "mature" to be trusted with a steering wheel. It's kind of annoying if you consider the fact that I have never, ever, not even once, looked at my phone while operating a motor vehicle. Yeah, I'm THAT guy. Call the "believe it or not" people.

Check this mailer that accompanied my license renewal.

Yeah! I suppose the defensive driving courses for CDL drivers I completed during my CDL years no longer matter for a driver older than most coal veins. Identify hazards before they become emergencies. That sort of stuff.

I got my license when I was 17-years-old, get this, fifty years ago. Man, time sure flies when you're drinking heavily.

And save for one incident in Monticello, New York, I have never scratched or dented any vehicle. The Monticello incident was the result of a trucking company wanting more and more from every driver every day. There does come that point where 500 miles, 18 hours of snowfall, and an added stop in the Catskills "on your way back" fom Rowayton, Connecticut makes stress coupled with fatigue a less than safe mix.

Mature?

Try experienced.