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[briarpatch-kids]

Let's talk mobility aids!

Canes

Canes are for when you need to take a little bit of weight off of one side of your body, need a little help with balance, or need a little extra stability when you walk. It's an easy mobility aid to find and get, and it's pretty easy to figure out how to use. Have the cane sized so the handle sits at wrist level, then hold it on the opposite side to the one that hurts. Match your cane strikes to the steps on the hurt side. It will hurt your arm, elbow, and shoulder sometimes, but having a properly sized cane will help.

Rollators

Rollators are kind of the "next step up" in support. They come with more restrictions, you get limited to ramps and stuff, but they're also the least restrictive wheeled mobility aid because they're light and easy to pick up and toss around. They also have a seat a lot of times and a basket so you don't need to carry stuff. They're for when you need a place to rest, something to lean on when you walk, better balance assistance than a cane, and less weight bearing than a cane. I also found that it helped me with fatigue quite a bit. There's two main kinds, euro style like the first, and regular like the second. There are other fancier ones but I'm covering the basics here.

Rollators are my favorite mobility aid and I've used everything from canes to a fancy high grade power chair. They're just the perfect balance of help and freedom. They provide so much support for how far they go.

Crutches

Arm crutches are pretty neat! They're a lot more ergonomic than a cane. In fact, some people use a single arm crutch as a cane. They distribute the weight a little better, so it's not all on your wrists, and they support you better than a rollator can. The major cons I found are that they take two hands to use so you can't carry much and I had a really hard time trying to learn to walk with them. A lot of people who use forearm crutches have other mobility aids and use the forearm crutches when they want to or need to walk.

Manual Wheelchairs

These are for when walking becomes more difficult than pushing a wheelchair. There's no weight being put on your legs and feet and depending on your needs, you can get really specific with your adaptations if you have a custom wheelchair verses a standard wheelchair. My first custom chair looked like a monster truck because i took in the woods and gravel, my second custom chair after I got sicker has a head rest, a backrest that holds me up, and a little electric box that I can attach that helps me push. The difference between getting a standard and custom wheelchair is dependent on how much money the user has, what kind of needs they have, and what kind of medical access they have. (One is not more "real" than the other.) I highly recommend getting a cushion for under your butt if you have a standard chair without a cushion, I used a standard full time for 6 months and a cushion made a huge difference.

Mobility scooters

Mobility scooters are for people who can't walk long distances, but can still walk with the help of a cane or unassisted. If you can walk around your house, but not really much else, a mobility scooter might be the aid for you! There's a lot of different styles and battery life lengths and handling abilities so try a few different scooters out if you can.

Powerchairs

Powerchairs come in a couple different types or "groups" depending on your needs. Group 1 is the kind of chair you're probably most familiar with. It's basically for someone who needs a powerchair to get around their house, the doctors, office, and grocery store. You can't do any custom seat cushions or anything, but it's for people who don't need it. Think of like... someone who can walk pretty okay still, it just hurts to walk or they're off balance or a little weak feeling. A lot of times more elderly people will use these, if you're more active look into group 2

Group two chairs are little more durable, a little more stable, sometimes you can switch the captains seats out for custom seating... They're what a full time powerchair user would use if they don't need specialty functions like tilt or recline. They also often have 6 wheels rather than 4 like the group 1 chairs have.

Group 3 powerchairs are reserved for specific diagnoses like muscular dystrophy, ALS, and other severe neurological and neuromuscular illnesses. These are also called "rehab" chairs because they're for making sure severely disabled people have quality of life. The tilt function is for pressure relief, though you can also get things like elevation so you can raise and lower your chair, and some of them can recline flat. There are other avenues of moving grade 3 power chairs beyond the joystick as well in case someone can't use their hands or doesn't have them. (Head controls, torso controls, and straw controls called sip and puff are alternatives.) They can go on a little worse terrain than group 1 and two chairs and go a little farther, but if they get stuck they weigh 350 lbs and it's awful.

There's a few other types of mobility aid that I don't know enough about, like ankle foot orthotics and gait trainers, but these are the basic "mobility aid" most people will come across.

If you use another type of mobility aid and want to educate people, add it on!!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

tips on writing physically disabled (wheelchair bound) characters?

Writing Notes: Characters Using a Wheelchair

"Wheelchair/wheelchair-bound/confined to a wheelchair"

People who use mobility equipment such as a wheelchair, scooter or cane consider the equipment part of their personal space, according to the United Spinal Association.

People who use wheelchairs have widely different disabilities and varying abilities.

National Center on Disability and Journalism Recommendation: It is acceptable to describe a person as “someone who uses a wheelchair,” followed by an explanation of why the equipment is required. Avoid “confined to a wheelchair” or “wheelchair-bound” as these terms describe a person only in relationship to a piece of equipment. The terms also are misleading, as wheelchairs can liberate people, allowing them to move about, and they are inaccurate, as people who use wheelchairs are not permanently confined to them but are transferred to sleep, sit in chairs, drive cars, etc.

Other terms to use: “wheelchair user” or “person who uses a wheelchair.”

Wheelchair

A chair with wheels to help people move around.

Used by individuals who have impairments that limit their ability to walk.

Typically consists of a seat supported on two large wheels attached towards the back of the seat and two small wheels (castors) in front near the feet, a good braking system, footrests and a cushion. There are often small additional features to prevent toppling or to assist in mounting curbs.

The user moves by pushing with his/her hands circular bars on the outside of the large wheels, known as the hand-rim or push rings.

Types of Wheelchairs

Based on variations in the basic design, there are many types of wheelchairs, with being highly customized to suit individual needs.

Manual wheelchairs are mostly propelled by the user. Other features such as foot/leg rests, front caster outriggers, adjustable backrests and controls can be added to the basic model. The seat size (width and depth), seat-to-floor height, seat angle (also called seat dump or squeeze) relative to the horizontal plane can be modified. Users who have specialized needs may opt for a custom-built wheelchair.

Attendant-propelled chairs are designed to be propelled by an attendant using the handles, and thus the back wheels are often rimless and smaller. These chairs are often used as ‘transfer chairs’ possibly within a hospital or airport to move a mobility-impaired person when a better alternative or a user’s standard chair is unavailable.

A rigid frame wheelchair is usually a non-folding type with a base of support on which the person sits. In some models, the backrest of the chair can be folded down, and the wheels have a quick release mechanism to enable easy transportation and storage.

A folding frame wheelchair is one whose frame is collapsible sideways by the use of an “X” mechanism in the frame. This mechanism is lockable, and the wheelchair folds on release of two locking levers on the chair.

A motorized wheelchair, power chair, electric wheelchair or electric-powered wheelchair is propelled by means of an electric motor rather than manual power. Motorized wheelchairs are useful for those unable to propel a manual wheelchair or who may need to use a wheelchair for distances or over terrain which would be fatiguing in a manual wheelchair. They may also be used by people with cardiovascular and fatigue-based conditions.

Interacting with People with Mobility Disabilities

Do not push or touch a person’s wheelchair/scooter without their permission – a wheelchair is part of the personal body space of the person.

Try to ensure there is space in your waiting room and your office for someone in a wheelchair or scooter to comfortably wait in their chair.

If you are speaking with a person who uses a wheelchair or a person who uses a mobility device for more than a few minutes, place yourself at eye level in front of the person to facilitate the conversation.

Writing about People with Disabilities

Words are powerful. The words we use and the way we portray individuals with disabilities matters. Below is a guide for portraying individuals with disabilities in a respectful and balanced way by using language that is accurate, neutral and objective.

Emphasize abilities, not limitations. Choosing language that emphasizes what people can do instead of what they can’t do is empowering.

Use language that emphasizes the need for accessibility rather than the presence of a disability. Examples: "Accessible" not "handicapped" parking; "Accessible" not "disabled" restroom

Portray successful people with disabilities in a balanced way, not as heroic or superhuman. Do not make assumptions by saying a person with a disability is heroic or inspiring because they are simply living their lives. Stereotypes may raise false expectations that everyone with a disability is or should be an inspiration. People may be inspired by them just as they may be inspired by anyone else. Everyone faces challenges in life.

Do not mention someone’s disability unless it is essential to the story It is okay to identify a person’s disability when it is necessary for clarity or provides important information. For instance, “Virali, who uses a wheelchair, spoke about her experience with using accessible transportation” is totally fine, since it adds a new layer to the story. In other instances, the disability may be irrelevant. For example, do not say, “Charles, who has a congenital disability, wants more sugar in his caramel espresso.”

Create balanced human-interest stories instead of tear-jerking stories. Tearjerkers about incurable diseases, congenital disabilities or severe injury that are intended to elicit pity perpetuate negative stereotypes.

In the 1990s, some health care and disability activists introduced the term “differently abled” as a substitute for the term “disabled.” While well-meaning, this term is euphemistic and works to avoid talking about a person’s disability in honest and specific terms (critics point out that in a pure dictionary definition, everyone is “differently abled”). Use of the term waned in the mid-2000s, and now many individuals in the disability community consider this term condescending or offensive.

Best Practices around Terminology for Disabilities

A foundational part of disability rights is using the right language and terminology to be respectful to members of the disability community. Here are a few best practices:

Avoid outdated terms. There are a number of terms for people with disabilities that are outdated, ableist, and potentially offensive to members of the disability community—terms include “differently abled” (and “the differently abled”), “handicapped”, “special needs” or “special education”, “wheelchair-bound” (as opposed to “is a wheelchair user”), and “cripple.” All of these terms have negative connotations, either because they serve as euphemisms or because they suggest that people with disabilities have a worse quality of life than people without; avoid these terms and replace them with more appropriate terms.

Consider how you describe nondisabled people. In addition to appropriate terms for people with disabilities, there are appropriate terms to use when describing people without disabilities. Avoid words like “normal,” “able,” “abled people,” or “able-bodied,” since these inappropriately suggest that those with disabilities are abnormal or do not have able bodies; instead, use language like “people without disabilities,” “nondisabled,” or “enabled.”

Learn whether to use “people-first” or “identity-first” language. Just as with any other group, people with disabilities are not a monolith. When talking about people with disabilities, remember that they are multifaceted human beings rather than an easily categorized group. To reflect this, opt to use person-first language whenever possible—for example, “a person with epilepsy” rather than “an epileptic person,” or “a person with blindness” rather than “a blind person”—to emphasize the individual and avoid letting their disability serve as their only defining quality. However, some communities prefer identity-first language over people-first language—for example, many people in the deaf community who use sign language prefer the term “deaf person” to the term “person who is hard of hearing,” and many people with autism prefer the term “autistic person.” Always use the individual’s preferred terms.

Refer to a person’s specific disability. Where relevant, avoid referring to people with disabilities as a homogenous group—the range of disabilities varies wildly, and individuals with disabilities have very different experiences depending on their condition and other factors. In addition, avoid the phrase “the disabled” and be careful when using broad terms like “cognitive disability” or “learning disability” when it would be more specific and appropriate to mention their exact condition. Instead, when discussing a person’s disability, use words that refer to their specific condition—for instance, as a person with ADHD—to respect their unique experience and needs.

Respect individual preferences. Individuals have different preferences when it comes to discussing their disabilities, and some people prefer particular terms over others—for example, many people with dwarfism prefer the term “person of short stature” or “little person.” Learn the individual preferences of the people around you to use their preferred terms.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

Thanks for the question, learned some new things from these notes as well. Hope this helps with your writing!

EDIT 1:

Ambulatory wheelchair users

Individuals who, despite having the ability to walk short distances, rely on wheelchairs for mobility due to various health conditions.

Can walk but need wheelchairs for longer distances or when experiencing fatigue. Conditions like multiple sclerosis, arthritis, or other mobility-impairing diseases often necessitate this dual mobility approach.

Many ambulatory wheelchair users report being judged, stigmatised or accused of faking their disabilities to cheat their way into support.

EDIT 2:

"Helping me without permission is disrespectful. I understand how to stay safe, and I am not a pawn to advance the agenda of others."

"I’ve discovered that the greatest fear that keeps people from traveling is the thought of a damaged wheelchair"

"The earlier you inform airlines of your plans to travel with a power wheelchair, the more time they will have to prepare."

Wheelchair Assistance at the Airport and on the Aircraft

Building a Wheelchair Accessible Carriage

Thanks so much @anumberofhobbies for sharing additional information and your experiences on this topic. And please give the two orange helpers each a pet (and maybe a little treat) from me <3

[heartfullofleeches]

This is such a silly and stupid idea but I am desperate for a Yandere x Reader where the Yandere is this extremely paranoid/depressed fuck who thinks the world is diseased and the only way for it to get clean is to get rid of all human life on it, they are willing to kill for a "better cause" and have absolutely no mercy...and then there is Reader (the only person they don't hate entirely), who is into Eurodance, is extremely positive and is a complete fashion disaster who believes it is good in everything and everyone.

This is very much based on my recent obsession with Planet of the Bass but let's not talk about it lol.

I just want these two completely opposite bitches to try and teach each other their points of view while one slowly falls in love with the other

[Here's a blurbo I had in limbo with a similar plot. Yan is indeed depressed/hates the world and Reader's moreso into rave because I dunno anything about Eurodance. Tw: themes of suicide]

This is it. Their final night alive.

They'd done all they needed. Returned a book collecting dust on their desk. Disposed of the tools used on corpses in some other lake to keep their name from more attention. It's crazy how in their last moments all that mattered was the thoughts and options of those who lead them to this fate. How disgusting. They did their victims a favor by leaving them nameless. The murky waters below reflect a dread known long before the plunge. There is nothing waiting for them. Not here. Not on the other side.

Their final night alive. Or so it would have been.

Right as they climbed on the bridge's ledge, back facing the sky, small beads of light rose from the hill adjacent. The tiny orbs merge into separate distinct figures on the horizon. Wheeling onto the scene, the group ride with vehicles unusual for the terrain. Rollerskates, skateboards, electric scooters. They wear some matter of bright clothing with glowsticks and lights dangling from their person in flashy jewelry and attached to headphones they wore. They all seemed to be equipped with some type of earwear and dancing to their own beat while still moving as one.

The group stop at the other side of the road, all oblivious to the shadow lurking across the way. They glared - climbing down from the ledge and sitting upon it, seething. The group may not notice them now, but they'd surely catch on at most inconvenient time. It would seem their presence wasn't completely ignored as one head turns their way. One of the figures wearing skates waves, pointing to one of the many necklaces around their neck. The shadow avoids their smile, praying they get the message.

They don't.

Sparkling wheels crunch over gravel. "Hey."

Silence.

They remove their headphones. "Hey!"

Nothing. Persisting, the person wheels over to the railing, leaning against it as they breath in the salty air. "Long drop down. Won't be quick."

As if that would deter them.

"I won't get on your case. We've all been there at some point. Life sucks, and then you did. Feels like your taking control by going out on your own terms, but you won't and may never will. That's why it's important to enjoy the little things. It's why I hang out with those guys. We get together every once and a while. Party on wheels as some of us call it. Lots of fun."

The party-goer takes off their headphones and places their music player on the railing. "This is what I listen to when I'm down. Maybe it can help you. Maybe not - but I'd like you to return it some day. My name is Y/n, by the way. Just so you know when we meet again."

You take off your necklace and offer it to them. They take it - just to get you to leave them alone. You solemnly wave again, returning to your group and taking over the mantle of carrying the portable speaker another brought with them. You take their arm, balancing skillfully on your wheels as you dance the fleeting night away with no care of the coming dawn.

Your type were the worse of all. Giving them more tasks to complete before they departed from this miserable world. They hated carrying the duties given by others on their shoulders so much they couldn't pass on, but looking at your smiling face, sorting through the music that got you through the toughest - they couldn't see themselves from fulfilling their end of the deal you set anywhere in the near future.

For once in their life living in someone's else's shadow didn't seem so bad.

[kay-elle-cee]

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 23 || 812 Words || Read on Ao3 —

“Look out!”

“Fuck!”

A sharp pain in her arm rips a cry of pain from Lily’s mouth as the contents of the folder in her hand—her portfolio, her CV, scratch paper for notes—go flying all over the pavement, some catching on the wind and blowing into the street.

All her preparation for this interview. Gone. 

It only takes a split second for her attention to turn from the lost papers to the culprit of her misfortune: the man groaning as he picks himself and his electric scooter up from where he’d landed sprawled on the pavement, eyes wide and square-rimmed glasses askew on his horrified face.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” he asks, wincing as he stands. His eyes take in her stunned face and turn to the papers rustling along by their feet. “Shit, let me help you with that.”

“It’s fine.” Lily’s voice sounds emotionless to her own ears as she watches a copy of her CV get run over by the wheel of a car. Her arm is throbbing with pain and she feels oddly inspired to laugh.

“No, no, we can still—”

Lily sighs, picturing her walking into the Grunnings office—late—with her brother-in-law’s sneer following her into the room with the hiring committee. She can practically hear her sister’s shrill chiding: ‘Vernon stuck out his neck for you, you ungrateful brat. And you show up late and ill-prepared. That’s what we get for offering support, I suppose. Don’t expect any more favors from us.’

(Nevermind that she had never asked for the favor, but had been cajoled into accepting it by a concerned father.)

“None of it matters now.”

The man looks up from where he’s crouched by her feet—arm outstretched and reaching under a parked car for a rogue CV—and Lily’s eyes wander from his concerned gaze to the messy black hair that peeks out from under the helmet atop his head.

“Are you sure?” Her gaze falls back to his face and she sees his brow furrow as he looks at the paper in his hand. “This looks important. Seriously, let me—”

“I said it’s fine,” she insists, shaking her head and snatching her CV from his hand. “I wasn’t particularly…excited about this opportunity anyway.” Cramming the paper back in her folder, she lets out a long, despairing sigh as she stares at it. “I have a job right now so it’s not like it’s desperate times or anything.”

“Wait, can I see that again?”

Lily blinks in shock, looking up at the man who had knocked her over. There’s still a crease between his brows and she notices he’s fixed the set of his glasses.

“Er, why?”

“Just…the company I work for—MischiefMade Solutions—we’re actually hiring.” He raises his hand up to rub the back of his neck and Lily notes the scrapes on his elbow from their collision. “It looked like maybe you’d be a match. And ah, I could put in a referral if you’d like.”

Lily’s heart is pounding in her chest, blood roaring in her ears. MischiefMade was a dream company for her—much better than her current company, which was ineffectual at best and downright suffocating at worst.

“Why would you do that?”

The man straightens up and Lily realizes that all this time he’d been crouched low—trying to help gather her things. He’s taller than her, but not by much.

“Well I think I owe you, for one,” he states with a frown. “And two, I know the hiring manager pretty well and you seem to be exactly what she’s looking for.” He shrugs. “I’m happy to give you more information about the role. It’s not my department, but I have an okay grasp on it.”

You seem to be exactly what she’s looking for.

A little spark of hope ignites in Lily’s chest and she grips the folder tighter with excitement.

“I’d…I’d like that. Thank you.”

“Of course. It’s the least I can do.” His eyes dart from her face to where she’s gently holding her arm, and he smiles guiltily. “And look, tell me to piss right off if you’d rather do something else, but I feel like I owe you for that—” he gestures to her arm “—too. If you don’t have anywhere to be right now, I’d like to buy you a coffee or something, and we can chat about that position. If you want.”

Lily’s eyes widen and she’s uncertain at how unbelievably lucky her day is turning out to be after being hit by a bloody electric scooter. But she knows a sign from the universe when one’s presented to her.

“I’ll take you up on that,” she nods. “But I’m not getting on that thing.”

He lets out a laugh, and it’s a pleasant sound. “It’s not safe for two people.”

“I’d go as far as to say it’s not safe for one.”

[dantakeyoman]

𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 | 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨

♡ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒛𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆-𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚: 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 *

𝐓𝐖𝐎

"I'm gettin' tired," you yawned, turning the corner with Tal on your motor scooters, "Let's find Dipshit and head home."

Columbus had graduated from Doofus to Dipshit on Year 3 of your travels together when he nearly crashed a car because he was too busy staring at Wichita.

"I hear ya," he nodded in agreement, feeling quite tuckered himself.

Until suddenly, a gunshot echoed through the hallway.

It was the sound of a shotgun.

You and Tally turned to each other in sync, knowingly.

'Columbus.'

Quickly, the both of you drew your guns, scooting over to the Yankee Candle.

Only to turn and see Columbus hugging some girl in a pink parka.

'The fuck?'

"Don't mind me," Tal sighed, tucking his gun back in his holster.

"Who is this?" You asked, cocking a brow at the curly-haired boy.

"Oh, hello," he realized, the two of them slowly breaking their hug, "This is Tallahassee and Jersey. Tallahassee and Jersey, Madison."

"Aw, are these your parents?" She asked with a ditsy smile.

"For fuck's sake," you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

There was no way you looked that old.

Right?

"Slightly older, better-looking friend," Tal corrected, just as pissed as you were.

"Cute," she looked the both of you up and down.

"You live here?" he asked, deciding to change the subject.

"No, Paul Blart. I live in the freezer in Pinkberry, mm-hm," she shook her head, "It keeps the zombies out, though it is awfully chilly."

"Did you ever consider turning it off?" You cock a brow.

"Couldn't find the switch, like, anywhere. Just hoping the electricity would run out."

"It's amazing. As long as it rains, the dams give us power," Columbus chimed.

"Apparently not brain power

Madison turned around, her smile immediately falling.

"I feel like you're being super judgy. Like, I'm getting a real anti-me vibe off of you

"Are you?

"Oh, my God. There it was again."

"Yeah, I saw it," Columbus agreed.

"That's really hurtful. I'm, like, really good at surviving," she assured, nodding her head.

"I carry a can of mace with me everywhere I go. And I can run really, really, really, reallyfast. Porbably because I used to do a lot of hot yoga and SoulCycle-." "Cardio?" Columbus perked.

'Here we fuckin' go.'

"Sorry, I do a lot of cardio, too," he smiled, "It's actually my number one rule, which is so dorky. But I have like a list of rules for surviving Zombieland."

"Really? So do I!" She exclaimed.

"You have a list of rules for surviving Zombieland?"

"Actually, mine is just mostly stay in the freezer."

"You know, we set up camp, like, down the road at the White House..." Columbus started, snapping back your full attention.

You and Tallahassee cleared your throats, frantically waving no at the idiot.

"The White House? Oh, my God," Madison gasped.

"Would you wanna come hang out?" He asked, completely ignoring you two.

You took that as your cue, and turned around your scooter, Tal doing the same thing as you wheeled towards the exit.

"Nothin' stoppin' from just shootin' them both and puttin' us outta our misery," he suggested.

You nodded at the fair point.

"Yeah, but then I gotta find someone else to push in front of me in a zombie attack and you're too big."

...

"Fair enough."

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

You would live to regret your decision.

Columbus brought Madison back to the house and gave her the grand tour while droning on and on about his survival rules.

You and Tallahassee had tried to talk some sense into him about bringing this unknown and surprisingly stupid girl into your safe haven, but he didn't want to hear any of it.

So Tal reprised his topic from earlier, and made it known that come sunrise, he was gonna be gone.

Which left that annoying feeling in your chest yet again.

One that amplified times ten now that you were alone with him on a couch.

And it didn't help that Columbus and the ditz were now loudly fucking on the floor right above you, making it impossible to concentrate on cleaning your gun.

'For fuck's sake...'

Tallahassee had rested his hat over his face, trying to catch some shut-eye before heading out.

But, in all honesty, he couldn't sleep.

You'd been acting real odd for the past few weeks, and he couldn't seem to pin-point why.

You were way more violent, way more irritable, and way less touchy than he remembered.

And it was making him a little crazy.

So much so that now his every waking thought, except for when fighting zombies, was spent thinking about you.

About how much he missed your talks, and your jokes, and your stories, and your smile.

And your kisses, and your touch, and your laughter, and your smile.

And your attitude, and your sassy remarks, and your funny comebacks, and did he mention your smile?

...

But what was even odder was that you had failed to pack anything yet.

You had not a duffel or even a book-bag prepared for the morning.

He said he was leaving sun-up, right?

You were there.

Had you heard him wrong?

Were you waiting until the last minute?

Were you.....not coming?

He shook his head, quickly banishing the thought.

No, no, that was impossible.

You knew you were supposed to be coming with him.

It was a given.

He goes, you go.

You go, he goes.

That was the agreement in your relationship.

...Right?

He quickly sat up, about to ask you about it, when the sound of things being knocked around suddenly echoed over Madison's aggressive moans.

The both of you perked up and turned to each other in perfect sync, concerned.

"You heard that right?" You asked, loading the final bullet in your glock.

"Yeah," Tal agreed, standing and picking up the musket that rested next to him.

His question would have to be saved for later.

You both slowly headed down the hallway where the sound came from, guns at the ready.

The creaking was getting louder and louder, and you tightened your grip on your gun, preparing for anything.

Suddenly, Columbus popped out of one of the open doors next to you.

Tal yelped and quickly shot, the boy moving in just enough time to dodge.

You sighed with relief to see it was just the him, and relaxed your shoulders.

"Sorry," Tal apologized, "It's Washington's old flintlock."

"It's a gift to Dwight D. Eisenhower from the Emperor of Japan," Columbus nodded, turning to the katana he held in his hand.

"I heard a strange noise."

"I've been hearing some strange noises, too," Tal said sarcastically, continuing to press forward.

At least you and him tried to keep it down.

They sounded like a rampaging gorilla.

"Oh, yeah. That was us. Having sex," Columbus smirked, resting the sword on his shoulder, "Rule number one."

"Maybe rule number thirty-two for her," you rolled your eyes, approaching the door where the noises were coming from.

"On my mark."

The two men nodded, and you counted down on your fingers before kicking open the door, taking aim on the first moving thing you saw.

Which was Wichita, picking up a gas can.

She froze, turning to the three of you slowly.

"Honey, I'm home."

"You gotta be shittin' me," you scoffed, lowering your weapon.

"Oh, my God, you're back," Columbus smiled.

He quickly caught himself.

"I mean, you're back or whatever. That's cool."

"Yeah, I'm not staying. Just came back to get some weapons."

"At one o'clock in the morning?" Tal cocked a brow.

"After a month missing," Columbus added.

"And no Little Rock?" You realized, the blonde-girl no where in sight.

Wichita hung her head.

"Little Rock's gone," she caved.

...

"Excuse me?"

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

After getting Wichita something to drink, mostly giving you a minute to cool off, the four of you finally sat down to listen to the entire story.

"It was great. It felt so good to be on the move again-." "We've been having a really good time here, too. Together," Columbus interrupted.

She ignored him and continued with the story.

"We picked up someone new. Just a boy. He's a couple years older than Little Rock, and he's from Berkeley-." "Berkeley?! You said Berkeley?!" Tal scoffed in disbelief.

"Yes."

"Berk-fuckin'-ley?!"

"He plays the guitar."

"Shut the fuck up, right now!" He exclaimed, standing up from his chair, "I know what you're about to tell me. She's dating a musician!"

"Tal, I think you're overreacting a little bit," you stood up as well, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He turned to you, looking at your face already making his features soften.

"Yeah. Yeah. No, I could be, uh, overreacting," he took a deep breath, sitting back down with you, "I'm sorry, you're right. You go ahead."

Columbus and Wichita fought off smirks, quickly sharing a look.

You had that man absolutely whipped.

"And he's a pacifist," she added.

'Fuck.'

"He has survived on a strict policy of conflict avoidance, like Gandhi."

You accepted you couldn't stop this fallout as Tally stood up with a shout of anger, turning around to kick and smash anything within reach.

"Birkenstocks, sandals, wheatgrass! Fuckin' basketballs!"

He continued to shout and destroy, and you sat patiently in your seat for the episode to pass.

Others might be put off by his violent display of aggression, but knowing him for so long helped you reach the conclusion that this was the healthiest way for him to get his anger out.

At least in a way that didn't hurt anything human.

When he was finished, he sat down next to you once again, panting.

"No, I really...I have nothing against pacifists. I just wanna...beat the shit outta 'em."

"I was adamant it was a bad idea, so I did what I never do with her. ...I told her no," Wichita picked back up, "And you can probably guess what happened next."

"She did what you always do with her, and high-tailed it with the car," you stated, bored as you scratched your head with your gun.

Tal stood up, obnoxiously laughing.

"Does anyone else get the irony in that? Huh?"

"I'm worried, guys," she sighed, standing up and motioning towards the door for a walk and talk, "They're travelling all that way and all they have is a fucking guitar."

"Yeah, with no intention of using it," Columbus chimed, "Y'know, 'cause he's a hippie."

"She's supposed to be killing the dead, not followin' 'em," Tal shook his head, still reeling from the reveal.

"And there's something going on out there," she added, turning to you all while walking around the corner.

"What?" Columbus asked.

"Berkeley told us about this new kind of zombie that's stronger, and faster, and deadlier, and better adapted to the hunt."

"I'm sorry but that just sounds totally made up," he scoffed, "If you want us to come with you, just ask us."

"Honestly, I just came back for guns and ammunition."

"Come on. Stop begging. We'll do it."

"You know, this is all your fault," Tal chimed, turning to Columbus, "If you hadn't pushed her away-." "Well, not exactly, no," Wichita corrected.

He turned to her.

"I didn't just run from him, she ran from you, too."

"What?" He asked, confused.

"You...You mean well, but you're...kinda overbearing."

He scoffed.

"Oh, right. I'm overbearing?!"

"Can everyone, for the love of God, shut the fuck up!" You exclaimed, whipping around to face them.

They all went silent, surprised by the outburst.

"I'm getting sick of this blame game shit!"

You turned to Wichita, "And I'm getting real fuckin' sick of you and your sister's cut and run routine!"

Everything you were bottling up for the last two months had finally come to head.

You thought you'd gotten it all out on that zombie, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.

You were angry.

And everyone was gonna know it, too.

"When morning hits, we'll ride out. But once that girl is safe, whatever this is, will be fuckin' through. I'm done."

You stormed off, heading upstairs to go pack your things, not bothering to look at their dumbstruck faces as you walked away.

This group shit was getting too complicated, and you were allowing yourself to become too vulnerable.

Too attached.

The girls leaving, and even Tallahassee talking about striking his own, should've never hurt you as much as it did.

And in the apocalypse, you couldn't afford to waste time and energy sitting and sulking about why people do the things that they do.

Going back to being alone would make things easier.

Going back to being alone would make things better.

...

Or so you kept telling yourself.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

"The Beast is back," Tal hummed, walking down the front steps of the White House with a smile on his face.

"I cannot wait to get my hands behind the-WHAT THE FUCK?!"

In front of him stood a blue and rusty gold mini-van, which Columbus and Wichita were walking towards.

It reminded you that Little Rock had stolen the Beast.

The car that you'd spent hours upon hours upon hours perefecting.

'I'm gonna fuckin' shoot her when I see her.'

"No, no, no, no, no, no. No way is that GD minivan even sniffing at Graceland, home to perhaps America's finest automobile. Elvis' 1955 Fleetwood Series 60."

"I've seen better," you scoffed, putting on your tactical gloves and lifting up the hood of the minivan for inspection.

"You shut your mouth," he gasped, offended, "You know, it takes a real man to drive a pink Cadillac. ...Might make that a rule of my own."

Everyone turned to him, brows cocked.

"Second thought, fuck that. Rules are for pussies," he turned to Columbus, "Nothin' personal."

"How could that not be personal? That's, like, my whole thing?"

"Yeah, you're right. It was personal."

"It's gonna be okay."

You shook your head, going back to checking out the car while the others loaded up their stuff.

As Tallahassee walked past, he roughly kicked the side mirror, making it push in.

"Tal!" You scolded, lifting your head from the hood.

"Sorry," he grumbled, walking around to the trunk.

If you two didn't know what you were to each other before, you definitely didn't know now.

The both of you wanted to respect the other's wishes of going out on their own, but you also wanted to stay together.

And no one wanted to step on the other's toes, or make anything too sentimental.

Even though you both wanted nothing more then to be sentimental.

It was quite the stupid situation.

You two might not be the brainiest of the group, but even an idiot could tell you that all this could be solved if you two had an honest and vulnerable conversation.

...

Too bad that would never happen.

You finished up your inspection, glad to see that the car was in good shape, and shut the hood, tossing your things in the passenger seat.

"Everything seems to be in order," you reported, sitting down, "Should take us a little over half way with the gas can I got in the back. But we'll find a gas station before then, or a better car. Whichever comes first."

"All right, then. Let's hit the road," Tally nodded, catching the keys Wichita tossed from the back.

"I got it!" Madison exclaimed, trudging down the stairs with 3 hot pink suitcases in hand.

"What. In. The. Butt?" Tal cocked his head.

"Aw, shit," Columbus sighed.

"Where the hell did she get all the pink luggage?" You asked, confused.

"Hi!" She smiled, waving and walking around back, towards the trunk.

"Are we dropping her off at a no-kill animal shelter or something?" Wichita asked.

"C'mon. She's a human being, all right. We can't just leave her here all alone," Columbus defended.

"Yeah, we can't just leave Columbus' girlfriend," she scoffed in a ditzy voice.

"A minivan. Nice," Madison complimented, attempting to put her bags in the back.

"I'm not gonna feel guilty about this. You left me in the harshest way possible," Columbus stood firm.

"You recovered quickly," she rolled her eyes.

"Can you help me?" Madison asked, her bags too heavy to lift.

"Jesus Christ, can you help her, Tal?" You pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling a migraine coming on.

"I got it," he sighed, getting out.

Madison happily got in the car, and in the rear-view, you could see that he pretended to throw in the bags, then shut the trunk door.

"Makkapitew, Ashkuwheteau, Sunukkuhkau," he muttered to himself as he sat back down, starting the car.

"Is he having a seizure?" Madison asked, turning to the rest of you.

"I'm trying out Blackfoot names, so full shushy or you go back in your mall fridge," he corrected.

"Oh, I didn't tell you," Columbus smirked, turning to Wichita, "We met at the mall."

"Yeah, I was living there. Like Dawn of the Dead," Madison agreed, "Last I checked, it's the post-acropolis."

'Fuckin' Christ, how is this girl still alive?'

"It was so sad when the acropolis struck," Wichita sarcastically agreed.

"Hey, Madison, remind me. When we first met, did you point a gun at me and steal my car?" Columbus rhetorically asked.

"No," she smiled, "When we first met, I told you you were really smart. And then I slept with you."

"That's right," he nodded, slightly embarrassed, "You did."

"Tal, for the love of everything holy, go" you sighed, massaging your temples.

"Woohoo! Road trip!" Madison cheered.

"This is gonna be a long drive," he sighed, pulling off onto the street.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

[climatecalling]

Big Oil faces a tiny foe on the streets of Asia and Africa. The noisy, noxious vehicles that run on two and three wheels, carrying billions of people daily, are quietly going electric — in turn knocking down oil demand by one million barrels a day this year. ... The global majority doesn’t roll on four wheels. In Nairobi and Hanoi, motorcycles serve as taxis. In Mumbai, scooters can carry a family of four. In China, electric bicycles are how millions commute. “Electric bikes are quieter, much more efficient and good for the environment,” said Jesse Forrester, the founder of Mazi Mobility, which has 60 electric motorcycle taxis, known as boda-bodas, on the roads in Nairobi. “There’s a quiet revolution now in Kenya driving this transformation for the future.” .... In Darbhanga, a new acid-battery rickshaw, like the one Mr. Rai drives, sells for around 175,000 rupees, or $2,100. That’s half the price of a new rickshaw powered by natural gas. Charging the battery costs 20 rupees (25 cents), one-fourth of the price of filling a gas tank. The rebates seem to be working. Reliance Industries, India’s biggest company, is converting its three-wheeled cargo vehicles from gas to electric. Food delivery services are going electric as quickly as possible.

No paywall: https://web.archive.org/web/20231209105128/https://www.nytimes.com/2023/12/09/business/energy-environment/two-three-wheel-electric-vehicles.html

[ferrarihamilton]

Dubai 2!!! Is it a sequel to the first Dubai Yukierre?

yes!! featuring them fucking at the karting track:

Pierre suggests they go karting.

“You just want to fuck at the karting track."

“No!” Pierre says. Yuki squints at him. He looks a bit constipated, and he sounds like he’s telling the truth, but also now he’s thinking about fucking at the karting track, so.

“Kinky.”

Pierre scowls. “I thought it would be nice.”

Sure. Yuki smiles to himself. It can be nice.

Yuki leaves the arms of his race suit undone as they wait for the karts to be prepped, waits until the last possible second to zip it up properly. Pierre is still staring at him, probably thinking that he's being sneaky. Yuki lets himself smile even wider.

The laps they do around the circuit are exhilarating, and having the whole track just for the two of them to fight is electric. They scrap for every inch of the racing line, going down the straight, inside on the first corner, raking over the inner curb. By the fourth lap, when they go wheel to wheel down the chicane, Yuki is grinning so hard his cheeks hurt with it, and he knows Pierre is grinning too as he brakes late and just eeks out an advantage on the exit. He’s proven right at the end, when they cross the finish line and Pierre’s out of his kart and pulling Yuki up and out into a hug with a whoop before he’s even taken his helmet off.

Yuki feels Pierre’s arm curl around his waist, and the point of contact races down his spine with a zing. The adrenaline is going straight to his dick, and he makes sure Pierre knows when he crowds behind him on the scooter. He feels more than hears Pierre inhale, and Yuki tucks his thumbs into the pockets of Pierre’s racing suit, holds on tight as they leave everyone else behind.

He checks his phone. 11AM. They have a bit of time.

When they’ve turned a corner, Yuki hops off the scooter, pulls Pierre into one of the changing rooms. He pushes Pierre against the door.

“What—”

Yuki gets a hand around the back of his neck and yanks him down. Pierre responds immediately.

They fuck with Yuki braced against the door, Pierre’s cock slippery on the inside of his thighs, and sounds leaking out of Yuki’s mouth every time the head of his dick nudges against his balls. He’s still sore from yesterday, and he can feel every minute twitch of Pierre’s dick, how it leaks as he slides the head back and forth, leaving streaks of precome.

The sound is obscene in the empty changing room, and Yuki can’t stop himself moaning. Pierre puts a hand over Yuki’s mouth. And then: the vulgar sound of Pierre spitting into his hand, and then he’s reaching around to jerk Yuki off, stroking in tandem with his thrusts. Yuki whines against Pierre’s fingers, jolts forward, wanting friction, but Pierre has him pinned in a way that gives him no leverage.

Yuki squeezes his thighs together as Pierre goes erratic, and then, he's pulling back, pushing just the tip of his cock into Yuki’s hole as he comes. It's enough to send Yuki over too, the head of Pierre's dick just breaching him, the feel of the hot splash of his come against his ass, the swipe of Pierre's fingers over his own dick.

"Jesus Christ." Pierre thunks his forehead against Yuki's shoulder. Yuki can't help himself; he starts laughing, his whole body shaking with it, and even though Pierre starts off complaining, after a few seconds he's chuckling too.

After they've cleaned themselves up the best they can- they'll have to tip the karting staff really well- Pierre says, “You hungry? I found a place we could eat. It looks good.”

“I have training.”

“Afterwards?”

Yuki raises an eyebrow. “You have training.”

“Oh.”

Yuki looks at him properly then. Pierre looks— disappointed, almost. Yuki frowns. He feels— unsure, like he said the wrong thing, but he doesn’t know what.

“We could go tomorrow,” he says, tentatively.

And the smile is back on Pierre’s face, big and wide. "Sounds good."

[iamyouknow-yours]

I've seen a few people trying to decide between getting a mobility scooter and an electric wheelchair.

Mobility scooters are cheaper but both are expensive. I'm gonna tell you about my scooter and my experience with it. I have the CTM HS-115 scooter. She is red and has 3 wheels. I'll include photos at the end plus a bonus photo of my cat sitting on it.

Things:

The turning circle!!! My house has narrow passages and it can be quite difficult to maneuver the scooter because of the turning circle. Especially when I'm having a bad brain fog day. I have gotten better at maneuvering though.

Wheelchairs have a turning circle of themselves. My scooter has one that is I think around a metre? I don't remember, my memory is bad.

Also it has this really annoying function where it can't be pushed even on pushing mode if it isn't on perfectly flat ground because the automatic braking system kicks in.

I'd also have a look at the amount of rise any mobility aid you are looking at can go over because when entering inaccessible buildings (like my house, I have to lift it up/get someone else to lift it for me.

Some of these problems would not be fixed by getting not a mobility scooter but some would.

My back sometimes hurts if I'm in it for a while (because the back rest is not very tall) but I've fixed this by having a cushion and remembering to lean back all the way.

To be clear though I love my scooter. She is very useful and has loads of benefits.

And I don't know any of the downsides of a power chair because I have no lived experience with one.

She can go on pretty rough terrain. She's pretty sturdy. I've taken her to the park near my house and round my friend's garden. As well as more obvious places like the mall.

Only time I've had an issue was when I went to this very hilly place where the ground sloped to the side and then she didn't want to brake.

The driving system means I can switch which hand I use plus my friend can walk next to me and maneuver me.

There's enough space by my feet that I can put my backpack there too.

It's fit in every car I've tried it in with just regular disassembly. Except my friend's dad's two seater car but then he disassembled it more using Tools™ and it fit.

It has good battery life, it hasn't run out on me.

The system for viewing how much battery you have left is bad though. It has 3 lights (red, orange, green) and supposedly the green turns off then the orange then the red and it's dead. But me and my friends can never figure out which lights are on and which are off.

It has a blue warning light which flashes in various sequences when something is wrong. I've had the scooter for several months and have never had it flash.

Fastest speed is 6km/h which is like someone jogging.

I got them to remove the beeping it makes when it reverses because that was Terrible.

The only customisation I've done to mine so far is put stickers that tell me which direction (forwards or backwards) the controls make it go. Because it's the opposite on the left and right. Which makes it easier if you want to swap hands or have a friend maneuver you but I need the stickers to tell me which way to push or pull the lever.

I am looking for ideas on how to customise her so please give suggestions. If anyone has suggestions on how to make the back rest taller that would be so appreciated.

Please include your own advice in the reblogs/replies. Looking forward to advice for future wheelchair users who need it.

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLhADVL2AiGX-gwr9ekt_SJC-UcURkXCOP

That's a playlist from the british youtuber Jessica Kellgren-Fozard. It's 4 videos of her trying out and picking a mobility aid. Includes useful advice and tips. And then 1 excellent video talking about mobility aids and "giving up". That video was quite useful in convincing various family members that that was not what I was doing by getting my scooter.

My scooter's name is Atalanta after the woman from Greek mythology who could run faster than any man. I think I'm very funny.

My cane is in the background of some of the photos because I rest it next to my scooter.

[country-corner]

Who Wants One of These?

The three-wheel-drive, battery-powered Toyota i-REAL “Personal Mobility Concept” came out in 2008 (but never went into production) and has been upgraded (relatively) recently to a "high speed" mode that can go 18.6 mph or 30 km/h. The original concept was for use by people with mobility issues. Now Toyota is bringing back the high speed mode for urban (think 15 minute cities) personal transportation.

Or this Segway-based EN-V (Electric Networked-Vehicle) a concept personal mobility vehicle conceived and created by a partnership between General Motors and Shanghai Automotive Industry Corp. Group (SAIC). The two-passenger pod is versatile enough to function as a rather large “scooter” or as a capable commuter vehicle for tomorrow’s crowded urban (think 15 minute cities) areas. The under-1,000lb vehicle carries lithium ion batteries that allow a range of up to 25 miles of range. With a top speed of 25 mph or 40.23Km/h

[veghautomobiles]

Experience the future of urban mobility with the Vegh S60 electric scooter. Combining cutting-edge design with powerful performance, the Vegh S60 offers a thrilling ride like no other. With its sleek aesthetics and advanced features, this electric scooter is redefining the way we commute. Say goodbye to conventional transportation and embrace the innovation of the Vegh S60.

[smgeospvaig]

Electrical Scooter Manufacturer Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India | SPVAIG Automobiles Private Limited

SPVAIG Automobiles Private Limited Manufactures Electric Scooty and electric Bikes In India, As Well As Also Makes Dealer And Sub-dealer.

Our Company Is Now Covering India And Will Be Working All Over The World In The Coming Times. We Have Our Own Chassis, Painting, and Assembly Factories with Independent R&D And Design Capabilities, And A Complete Set Of Testing Equipment As Quality Assurance. Our Main Products Are Two-wheel/Three-wheel Electric Scooter/Motorcycle/Bike, Three-wheel Cargo Motorcycle. And In The Coming Time We Will Also Make Four-wheelers.

[sailsonthehorizon]

Calculating a 1:6 incline using pandas

And sharing my first attempt at an accessible short break.

Film photography disclaimer / confession: I did take my Pentax MV with a 36 exp roll of colour film. Am absolutely gutted as it was clearly loaded incorrectly - thankfully I did take a few - but not many - iPhone snaps so will be using these for this post. Onwards and sideways.

This is my first blog that addresses the subject of disability. I am a little nervous about sharing this — perhaps because I am still in denial that this is happening to me - but I have found similar blogs very helpful on a personal level. So, if for no other reason than it might help someone else, let’s give it a shot.

We travelled by train from Darlington up to Edinburgh, and the journey is now known as Hell on a Stick #1. I booked seats in Coach G, and whilst I was vaguely aware of an app called Passenger Assistance it didn’t occur to me to use it. I suppose like many in a similar position, I assumed that was for folks with poorer mobility. Forgetting I wasn’t exactly Tigger myself. 

Our train was PACKED, as the previous train was cancelled. No seats, no help, and no Coach G. We finally ended up on random seats separated from each other (after standing for 30 minutes, a mighty dang long time for me these days). Can’t help but think that if I’d used the app, I would have at least had some help in finding seats. Or lived somewhere with a decent public transport system. Helsinki please.

We arrived tired and hangry in a wet drizzly Edinburgh about 20 mins walk away from the hotel.

At Leonardo Hotel, Haymarket. Very helpful staff, and gave the scooter a parking space to save the kerfuffle of getting it in and out of the lift to get to the room.

The staff at the Leonardo Hotel couldn’t have been more helpful, and let us park scooter downstairs in the lobby to save me the extra energy getting it in/out of the lift. It’s a folding travel scooter, it’s light for what it is, but it is still heavy (especially when it’s your muscles that are the broken bits).

Very silly pain levels at this point - thanks to the gawd-awful train journey. Thankfully we live in the middle of nowhere, so an hotel room Just Eat was enough of a novelty to masquerade as an evening’s entertainment. Just for the record, the hotel is a mere 5 minute walk away from a multiplex cinema with an Imax and 4D screenings…

Day two, Edinburgh Zoo.

Their website promised mobility scooter hire that was capable of tackling the very steep hills within the zoo, but when we got there they were out of order. My own wheels, an eFoldi Explorer, is apparently capable of a 1:6 incline. I don’t know what that is, but I can tell you it can reach the pandas but not the zebras. 

Without it, I couldn’t have got much further than the gift shop. And the little kids we met en route absolutely loved it - perhaps because it is a bit odd looking. It’s not your average looking mobility scooter that’s for sho.

The zoo itself is BRILLIANT, well laid out, happy animals, awesome penguins. Good cafes. And once you are aware of the hills, great accessibility across the whole site. They have a little electric minibus to help folks up to the very top. 

The following morning we attempted shopping, but it was just too kerfuffle-y, trying to navigate with Google Maps whilst driving a scooter, and herding two kids in-between tram tracks and bicycles. Especially as at that point we were carrying our luggage, having checked out of the hotel. Edinburgh is very hilly and fairly cobbly which has it’s own challenges, but on my own I think I would have stood a chance.

Time to find a swanky espresso…

Google Maps helped me find Mayvn Cafe on St George Street. Very swanky indeed, even just sitting in the cafe is an experience, with Scandi style decor, designer lighting and video art on the far wall. They are on Insta if you fancy a virtual snoop around:

@mayvncafe

Return journey = Hell on a Stick #2. Total carnage at Edinburgh Station as no trains were going south due to a signal problem at Morpeth. Absolutely nothing was moving, and after an hour of sitting on a stationary train we took the plunge and jumped ship to a train heading cross country to Carlisle, where my husband picked us up. And of course my car was still at Darlington, wonderful, so that was yet more hassle for the following day.

The main problem with nightmare return journeys is they kind of ‘undo’ all the good bits REEEEALLY quickly.

Therefore the next 24 hours went like this…

Jesus H Christ that was awful. OW with bells on. Not doing that again. I’m doomed to stay trapped in the house for ever and ever and ever and I’ll live off pizzas and get fat.

Sleep for 13 hours.

Open Expedia app and search for hotels in Osaka, Japan.

If I can get to Edinburgh, Japan will be a doddle, right…?

Peace out.

[kritikapatil]

Kick Scooters Market Growing Popularity and Emerging Trends in the Industry

Global Kick Scooters Market Report from AMA Research highlights deep analysis on market characteristics, sizing, estimates and growth by segmentation, regional breakdowns & country along with competitive landscape, player’s market shares, and strategies that are key in the market. The exploration provides a 360° view and insights, highlighting major outcomes of the industry. These insights help the business decision-makers to formulate better business plans and make informed decisions to improved profitability. In addition, the study helps venture or private players in understanding the companies in more detail to make better informed decisions. Major Players in This Report Include Razor (United States)

Fuzion Scooter (United States)

Xootr LLC (United States)

Decathlon Group (France)

Globber Scooters (Singapore)

HUDORA GmbH (Germany)

Exooter Scooter (United States)

AGDA NSW (Australia)

Ancheer (United States)

Schwinn Bicycle Company (United States) Kick scooter is a vehicle for transportation that involves standing on a skateboard-like deck, gripping the handlebars and swinging leg in a kicking motion in order to propel yourself forward. The most common kick scooters have two hard small wheels, which made from aluminum and can be folded. Some kick scooters are made for children having 3 to 4 wheels and made from plastic which, cannot be folded. Market Drivers Easy To Handle

Rising Health Consciousness among the People

Market Trend Demand for Electric Kick Scooters worldwide

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The Rise of Mopeds: A Sustainable Choice for Urban Mobility

In recent years, the popularity of mopeds has surged, becoming a viable solution for urban mobility. As cities grapple with traffic congestion and environmental concerns, more individuals are turning to mopeds for their commuting needs. This article explores the benefits of mopeds and why they are an excellent choice for modern transportation.

Understanding Mopeds

Mopeds are lightweight two-wheeled vehicles that typically feature a small engine, making them ideal for navigating busy streets. They are often confused with scooters, but mopeds usually have lower engine displacement and a simpler design. The appeal of mopeds lies in their practicality, efficiency, and affordability.

Environmental Benefits

One of the most significant advantages of mopeds is their reduced environmental impact. With increasing awareness of climate change, many are seeking greener alternatives to traditional cars. Mopeds consume less fuel and emit fewer pollutants compared to larger vehicles. Additionally, many modern mopeds are available in electric versions, further contributing to a decrease in carbon emissions.

By choosing a moped, riders can significantly lower their carbon footprint. This shift not only benefits the individual but also contributes to cleaner air in urban areas. As cities continue to implement stricter emissions regulations, the role of mopeds in sustainable urban transport becomes more critical.

Economic Advantages

Owning a moped can also lead to considerable savings. The initial purchase price is typically lower than that of a car, and maintenance costs are generally reduced. Mopeds offer excellent fuel efficiency, often achieving 70 to 100 miles per gallon. This efficiency translates into lower fuel expenses over time, making them an economical choice for daily commuting.

Moreover, parking a moped is usually easier and cheaper than parking a car. Many cities have designated moped parking spots, reducing the hassle of finding a place to park. This convenience can save time and money, making mopeds even more appealing for urban dwellers.

Maneuverability and Convenience

The compact size of mopeds allows for greater maneuverability in crowded city environments. Riders can weave through traffic, easily navigate narrow streets, and avoid the gridlock that often plagues larger vehicles. This agility not only saves time but also contributes to a more enjoyable commuting experience.

Additionally, mopeds are generally easier to operate than motorcycles. They often have automatic transmissions, making them accessible to a wider range of riders. This simplicity encourages more people to consider using mopeds as their primary mode of transportation.

Safety Considerations

While mopeds offer numerous benefits, safety is an important consideration. Riders should always wear helmets and appropriate protective gear to minimize injuries in the event of an accident. Additionally, taking a safety course can help new riders develop essential skills for navigating city streets.

The visibility of mopeds can also pose challenges. Riders should remain vigilant and aware of their surroundings, as larger vehicles may not always notice them. Following traffic laws and being cautious at intersections can help enhance safety for all road users.

The Future of Mopeds in Urban Mobility

As urban populations continue to grow, the demand for efficient and sustainable transportation options will only increase. Mopeds represent a practical solution to many of the challenges cities face today, including congestion, pollution, and the need for affordable transport.

Many governments are recognizing the role of mopeds in promoting sustainable mobility. Incentives such as tax breaks for electric moped purchases and improved infrastructure for two-wheeled vehicles are becoming more common. These initiatives aim to encourage more people to consider mopeds as a legitimate form of transportation.

Conclusion

The rise of mopeds is reshaping urban mobility, offering a sustainable, economical, and convenient alternative to traditional vehicles. As cities continue to evolve, embracing mopeds can lead to cleaner air, reduced traffic congestion, and a more enjoyable commuting experience.

For those looking to join the moped movement, resources are available to help you find the perfect model for your needs. Explore the latest options at ntxpowersports, where you can find a variety of mopeds that cater to different preferences and budgets. Embrace the future of transportation and consider making the switch to a moped today!

By choosing a moped, you not only enhance your personal mobility but also contribute to a larger movement toward sustainable urban transport. The time to act is now—let’s ride into a greener future together!