Saturday, March 19, 2011

outta my sick bed

I'm finally getting around to posting about my new chair. I'd have done it sooner, but I've been sick for six days. Based on how I felt, I believe I contracted a weaponized flu virus that somehow was leaked by a secret government lab. I didn't think it was possible to feel that crappy and not die.

Anyway, here's what a guy who spent a week in bed looks like in a wheel chair.
Hang on a sec, I think I can get a better picture...

Yeah, that'll do.

Here's a close up of the chair's joystick controller and info screen.

Hopefully I'll get a chance to run some speed trials soon.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

at last

My power chair arrives tomorrow! It comes at the perfect time of year too—every morning there is a nice thin layer of ice (from snow melt) on nearly every horizontal surface in town. I'm going to drive like a damn lunatic on that ice.

Picture this, only with a wheelchair.

Friday, March 4, 2011


I've been wanting to write a post about my new wheel chair for two weeks. I haven't written it because my chair hasn't arrived. In fact, my chair hasn't shipped. It was supposed to be here two weeks.

The jackasses at Pride Mobility keep changing the ship date. I called to find out why. Pride Mobility wouldn't tell. As far as I can tell, their call center is staffed entirely by angry, standoffish, snarling beasts of women who are all trying to quit smoking. Those bitches do not want to help you—or answer the phone.

I never could get transferred to the Pride Mobility shipping department. I would have loved to hear their excuse for continually changing the ship date. My guess is that they were busy smoking hash and playing ping pong. I mean, what else could it be?

Dear Pride Mobility, please stop sucking. Pull your collective heads out of your asses, and send me my wheelchair.