Recently, my dad was going out to eat with my DH and me, so he drove over and parked in front of our house. We told him we'd take our vehicle, which was parked in the driveway in back of the house. My dad said, "I have to get something out of the car, so I'll just meet you in front." DH and myself went out back, got in the pickup, and drove around to the front of the house. I happened to be fiddling with something in my purse, not looking up, so my husband said, "Hey. Look there." I looked up and there was my 91-year-old dad standing by the road with his thumb out, his leg cocked toward the road, and his pants leg pulled up to his knee! Even at 91 he's still got it!