And after 5 years and 4 months of having the same wheelchair, I have finally got a new one! Blimey, that old one saw a lot of punishment. Lots of crashes, about 15,000 miles of Triride’ing and general wheeling about, with untold numbers of potholes having been trashed through. The frame was bent and weakened, the wheels seem to have given up, bolts have fallen out and sheared through, the back rest and seat have been replaced numerous times etc etc.
I can’t say I’m happy to be in a wheelchair, but I’m happy that the wheelchair I’m in is a now a friction free, and rigid machine. It’s called a Protegeo and it’s Italian, like my Triride.
My little Bambino, I might call it. I’m glad it doesn’t know just how hard its life is going to be – it’d probably be outta here straight away!