There’s always been a joke about traveling that trip is a four letter word. Well, after waking up early to call the wheelchair people about my replacement motors that were supposed to arrive this morning and hearing them say they still weren’t there, I was just about ready to concede our vacation to that cliché.
The repairs manager said it was possible the shipment could come in this afternoon but she wasn’t sure it would leave enough time for the tech to do the repairs. We decided it was well worth the risk to make the hour plus drive from our hotel in Banning out to the shop in Cerritos, so we threw on my favorite Short Circuit T-shirt for good luck and hit the road.
We arrived just after noon, hoping that maybe we could bribe the tech into staying later but we were too late. He was already out to lunch and parts still hadn’t shown up, so we decided to kill some time at the local strip mall. The Bobbseys did a little shopping while Claire and I did the tourist-sunbathing thing in the parking lot and then we all grabbed lunch.
We got back to the shop just before three, Amanda pushing me past corporate sign that read, “Nu Motion: Mobility Starts Here,” praying that it would be much more than just a tagline, and we were not disappointed. Our technician, Abner, managed to swap out the motors in record time and we were already back on the road before the office closed. Rather than braving LA traffic on the way back to the hotel, we stopped off at a park to soak up some sunshine for the first time this trip… I mean vacation.
To say that I am relieved would be an understatement. I’m sure I would have made it another day without the ability to drive, but I couldn’t guarantee I’d have done it as gracefully as I have up until today. As much of a paralyzed Zen master as I am, there is a limit to even my patience. But none of that matters now, because I’m rolling under my own power once more and looking forward to a weekend full of barbecues and fun with both sides of my family.