Most of us learn to drive a vehicle of some kind starting somewhere around 14, 15, or 16. As we grew older and our driving skills improved, most guys fancy themselves a cross between Mario Andretti and John Force. While we hate to admit it, truth be told, we’re not even close.
When you find yourself the proud owner of a really tricked-out electric wheelchair, the first thing you’re looking for is the speed switch. It really is true: I feel the need, the need for speed! And hot on the heels of learning the Go-Fast button, that little voice starts speaking in the back of your head. You would think, since you’re relegated to a wheelchair, the damn little voice would take a year or two off. Not so much.
For some reason, though not clearly explained to me, there seems to be a direct correlation between the speed switch and drywall or door-jam damage. But the stalwart speed afficianado must suck it up, let the recriminations roll off your shoulders like water off a duck’s butt, and stick to your guns full speed ahead.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
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haha...kick ass dude, except that time at the river when you went on two side wheels at the banked race track turn. That was f'n scary for everyone, everyone except you of course.
ReplyDeleteoh shit I don't think we told Lynn about that...
ReplyDeleteWell at least it is only the drywall.... Easily replaced.. But not sure mom thinks that way..... ;)
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