Have wheels, will travel. The local stock car races started up a couple of weekends ago, and I discovered that Kevin, my hot rod rollator, isn't enough for outings like that anymore. I completely undid the steroid epidural I just got a couple of weeks before going to the race, and I don't get to have another one until July, oof. To Cynthia, the 18" manual wheelchair I go! Thankfully, I do have one, thanks to a friend not needing his anymore. Here's how I'm tricking her out fo
