I have new wheels. Yes, my new(er) wheelchair has been inspected, detected and purchased, and is even now sitting in my hallway taking up space I don’t have. It’s doing this because I haven’t gotten rid of Dad’s old chair yet. I’m trying to figure out whether to donate it somewhere for parts, or just have The Boyo take it to the dump. It won’t last long, as much as is mechanically wrong with it, but the frames on them are practically indestructible. And if I take it to the dump, the batteries have to be haz-matted. Fark.
Meanwhile, I’m loving my new ride. I got it Tuesday, after many adventures. First, my sister said she would be available to call for a credit card number. The Boyo was taking me over there, and I was going to ride the bus back. He shows up before the shop is even open. Or my eyes were more than slitted for that matter.
I call the shop to make sure they still have the chair. Indeed they do. The Boyo wants me to call my sister, too. I assure him this is all set up. And off we go to the Eastside. After I put some gas in his tank.
We get over there, and my sister doesn’t answer her home phone. She also doesn’t answer her cell phone. Fark. So I wait awhile, then I try again. No go. So finally I call her hubby’s cell phone to ask him if he knows where she is and when she might be available. And wherever she is, she’s with him, so I luck out. We get the number, and I get the chair. And off I go on the bus.
When I get to the park and ride where I’m supposed to change buses, I take the right bus going in the wrong direction. Oh, great. I end up at the last stop at another park and ride, and ask the driver where to catch the bus going the other direction, it’s obviously not there, wrong side of the road. He says across the parking lot. So off I go, and I have the only luck for the day, my bus comes shortly after I get to the stop. This is good because it’s been snowing, and it’s farking freezing in Seattle and environs. When I get downtown, I make the mistake of driving the wheelchair home, it’s really too cold for that.
I like this chair a lot better. It actually steers correctly. It’s narrower at the base, so there is room for Friday beside me on the bus lift. It’s much more comfy, with a higher back. The low back on my dad’s chair was causing me neck pain.
So the time has come to pimp my ride. I know I need a cup holder, what’s a ride these days without a cup holder? And a cane holder would be good, too. Then there is all the other suggestions for pimping out my ride. All in good time.
Buff asked in the comments what I was going to name my ride. I didn’t know then, but after further consultations with Buff, the only other wheelie that I know in blogland, I’ve decided to name it after that great story by Baroness Emmuska Orczy, The Scarlet Pimpernel. Or the Scarlet Pimp for short. As they say on Twitter, see what I did there?