You’d think not driving would eliminate road rage. Plus, Woodpecker!
So here is something you might not have known about wheelchairs. There are no brakes. Well, there are, but they are called hands.
Also, a straight line is much easier to roll in than in an arc. As in, if you see me rolling down a path, you should get out of my way. Please.
I say please, and I mean please, but if you don’t move, I might run you over. Or at least into you.
I’ve been telling everyone that the wheelchair has brought out all the road rage I don’t have when driving a car. And everyone laughs. Because they think I’m kidding.
Another think people don’t think of if the incredible number of ups and downs you don’t notice as a walker. Like at intersections. The roads are higher in the middle, so it is a hard push to the middle, and then an easy ride for the second half.
This weekend I was crossing a road, and realized a group of high school students were standing around chatting and blocking the wheelchair ramp.
So I shouted out “I’ve got no brakes” as I started accelerating down the slope. And they all laughed. And so then I called out, “No, really. No brakes” So they scattered. But with smiles, so the whole thing was good.
Unlike at the farmer’s market, where I often have to call out, “excuse me” “wheelchair” and “down here” (the last usually directed at people who are about to bash my head with their purse or shopping bags). A guy stepped right in front of me, even after I said, “Excuse me, down here, wheelchair” I mean right in front of me. And I can’t stop on a dime. What I can stop on is a leg. Which I did. I mean I did slow down, so I didn’t maim the guy.
Okay, that was an accident. So not exactly road rage.
But I’m pretty sure spitting on the neighbor’s truck, which he continually leaves parked over the edge of the sidewalk counts.