RIP Trike. Please Become a Zombie

My electric trike -- my dual transportation/wheelchair -- broke down on Tuesday, putting what I assumed to be the final cap on an already negative day. I forgot I still had the rest of the week to go.

I managed to get it to the bike shop this morning, where after some painful analysis and telephone calls, I got the bad news: the electrical system is broken, and the manufacturer doesn't have the replacement parts in stock, precisely because they have upgraded the system to one less likely to break down. We are searching for any used spare parts (and please keep your fingers crossed for this; that's the considerably cheaper option), but it's looking as if I may have to replace the trike. Which, given that it's never exactly worked quite right since the truck incident may be as well. May.

Which is about when I got the second piece of bad news: it seems that the manufacturers are out of stock on new trikes, precisely because they've become remarkably popular. So I'm not sure when I'll get either my old trike back or a new one.

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I really don't have the words to explain what that trike is to me. It's not just that I love riding it - it's awesome - but on that trike I'm me again. I don't feel disabled. And I'm riding something awesome and cool that people tell me is awesome and cool, and I can go to at least some places by myself.

I am telling myself that this is only temporary, and I have my scooter and my wheelchair. And that the summer heat had already arrived, more or less trapping me here anyway except in the early morning hours, or, if the timing was just right, after an afternoon rain. I'm going to get the trike - or, at least, a trike back.

Still.

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To add to this I severely overdid things this morning and yesterday so I'm feeling physically out of it.

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To try to end this on a less depressing note, here are some Game of Thrones muppets.