Maybe the searing pain my shoulder from carrying Jonathon up and down a flight of stairs and up to my parked car has my mind confused because I want to scream at the top of my lungs or yelp and lick my wounded ‘whateveritisthathurts’. Seriously, I just ask for ONE person I know to live in a wheelchair accessible dwelling… oooh unless it’s a huge conspiracy to keep us from visiting. Smart… very smart.
Back to the “What the hell are they going for?!” gadget gizmo contraption thingamajig. Is it a bicycle? Well no, because there’s no seat. Are they roller skates? Well no, because look at them… Just… no.
Chariot? Well… I thought you stood still in a chariot as you waved some giant weapon of choice as a horse dragged you across a movie set. It’s definitely not a chariot.
What IS it then? Well they are called chariot skates but they LOOK like total danger and a Darwin Award candidate maker. It looks like you strap yourself into some boot device to ensure your legs will get cut off when things go way wrong. How much is it? My guess is extremely expensive, especially when you factor in what insurance isn’t going to cover.
If I invented them I’d call them “Mangled” because that’s the first word that pops in my head.
Tags: Chariot Skates, Mangled
