Welcome to Trikke-O-Babble!

 “My Trikke and I have been through a lot together.”

Hi, my name’s Elise. You say: “Hi, Elise. Welcome.”

I have been a Trikke addict for four years now. It’s been 72 hours since my last ride, and I’m jonesing bad, ya’ll. If I don’t step up and ride soon, I may lose all sense of propriety and scurry down to the nearest street corner just so I can steal some hipster punk’s longboard and feel the wind in my hair again!

Alright, so I’m really not quite that bad. =insert dramatic pause here= Okay, so I really am that bad … If I don’t ride regularly, I get grumpy. And maybe a tad moody. And, for the record, there also may be a bit of pouting involved. Heaven help those around me when it rains for a week straight!

I tell you all this to say that I’m a certifiable Trikke nut. Maybe I’m just certifiable period, but that’s a topic for a whole ‘nother blog entry. I really do look forward to my next Trikke session as if my sanity depends on it … and some days, I think it may.

My Trikke and I have been through a lot together. I purchased my T78cs back in 2008 in hopes that it would help me rehabilitate from a disabling spinal injury — and it did. My trusty Trikke served as my wheelchair/walker for almost three years. Nowadays, I have recovered enough that I can get around with only the aid of a walking stick, and my Trikke has resumed its life as an exercise machine.

Pol and I — yeah, I kinda named my Trikke. But since Pol is short for Apollo – the handsome Greek god of music, health, fitness, and light – that automatically makes naming an inanimate object chic and not dorky, right? Aw, c’mon… help a sister out! — Pol and I get out and ride at least two times a week, sometimes three, if my body is especially cooperative. And I’m up to at least three or four miles per ride! Alright, so I know that’s not very much compared to the distance that the rest of you able-bodied souls can ride, but after having been bedridden for eight years, I’m pretty proud of my tiny handful of miles. And I’ll be carving even more miles before you know it!

There will also be more of these little blogs before you know it. “Whuh? How? Why?” you ask, your Trikke-loving heart all atwitter. Well, much to my surprise and glee, I’ve been invited to fill your computer screen with musings from time to time. So, we will meet again, you and I. And when we do, we’ll be talking about Trikkes and a wide range of topics having to do with health, sanity, and other stuff that makes our three-wheeled worlds go ‘round.

Until next time, may your paths be smooth as silk, may the winds be at your back, and may the pedestrians part like the Red Sea each time you ascend a hill.
You may also like, Elise Bennet’s Trikke Tale:
From super disabled to Supergirl, thanks to her Trikke.