Driving Lessons

I often wonder who taught Megan how to drive a chair and then my curiosity quickly turns to an amused embarrassment as I remember, it was me and while I do have some moments of lucidity in my driving, I for the most part am a maniac on wheels. Whether I like to admit it or not, somewhere in my wallet rests a faded copy of my crackerjack license.

But one of the greatest adventures I’ve had to date came the first time I let Megan take the wheel. The first time Megan visited me in Tucson, yes, the same time my apartment door was accidently amputated, I recall her first driving lesson being in the middle of the spacious University of Arizona Quad and as she got into my lap and took control of the joystick, her first maneuver propelled us head on into the only biker within a half a mile radius. This, my dear friends, was Megan’s first attempt at driving a power wheelchair.

After that first brush with fate, however, it did not take her long to get the hang of it, at least in wide-open spaces. It wasn’t long before we were racing through an empty parking deck on the edge of campus to catch the sunset over the Tucson mountains.

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