And Now We Are 500

It’s the 500-kilometre anniversary of the fortuitous pairing of me and my power wheelchair, a match made in mobility heaven. The time and distance have flown by—too fast, sometimes (I should probably do a better job moderating the speed at which I drive).

My power chair isn’t a part of my identity, really, but has rather unlocked a version of me that I couldn’t access without its aid. Although it’s a tool, it’s also a friend (a friend I sit on and make carry me around the city for hours on end, but a friend nonetheless), and we’ve become so inseparable in the space of two months that I now can’t imagine not having it in my life.

I trust that our relationship will continue to deepen over the coming years as we rack up more kilometres together in quests both mundane and exotic. What I know for sure is that no matter what other power wheelchairs I acquire down the line, no matter how many stallions I add to my stable of wheeled steads, this purple beast will always be my first mechanical love.

Here’s to 500. Here’s to thousands more.