My daddy was 65 years old when I was born, and anytime we tell someone, his answer is "The race is not to the swift, but he that endureth to the end." Well we had a new sort of race around here today involving him, or namely his stuff.
Daddy has a power wheelchair and a scooter that he uses mostly to terrorize the neighborhood, and sometimes as an actual form of transportation, but with the cold weather he hasn't been out much. He asked his grandsons to go out a race them to allow their batteries to get some exercise, and we decided to see which was faster. The ensuing battle was epic, and hysterical.
Too much machinery for the mechanic.
Sam trying to figure out how to get maximum speed out of the chair.
"Oh, you can't catch me!" Bennion
On your mark...Get set...GO!!!
Can you get any more speed out of that thing?
And the winner is....
The SCOOTER!!!
(None of us were really surprised)
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