I’m not sure how, but the BF has acquired 2 wheelchairs. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t been mugging cripples, but I’m not asking any questions. All I know is, on warm afternoons
after we’ve had a couple of beers while we wait for the coals to get hot, we bust out the wheelchairs.
Sometimes (ok, one time) we attempted to have a chariot race with Ernie supplying the horsepower; unfortunately Ernie was more interested in licking faces than pulling wheelchairs, so I ended up running in front of the wheelchair getting Ernie to chase me while Steve sat and enjoyed the wind whipping through his hair at 0.5 mph.
I think the kids playing basketball down the street enjoyed the show.
Most of the time, however, we just sit around and take turns trying to do wheelies on the “good” wheelchair. So there is a lot of this:
…which is why we only play Wheelchair Wheelies on the grass.