Business Columnists Car Talk  Car Talk  Hubby is starting to
become a slowpoke  I am 65 and not ready to become a
“geezerette.” My husband is two years older and isn’t a geezer
yet either. Except when he drives in our university town, that
is. He is making me nuts. We have a couple of four-lane main
drags in our town with 45-mph speed limits. He drives in the
passing lane at 35 with a beatific smile on his face.     TOM: I
have bad news for you. Your husband is a geezer. And before all
you geezers write to us and complain, note that we use the word
as a term of endearment. Like “knucklehead.”    RAY: I don’t
think he made a conscious decision to slow down; I think his
brain did it for him, because it was sending the message that
driving faster doesn’t feel safe. So I don’t think you really
want him to speed up.  TOM: Why is he fine on the highway? Well,
there are no turns in the road, no crossing or even oncoming
traffic, no pedestrians, no parked cars, no bicyclists, no tree
limbs. So it’s easier to maintain