That wheel chair story reminds me of a story from when I was in highschool. We had an art teacher called Mr. Melton. He was a pretty cool guy except for a little drinking problem, which is what caused him to loose his legs due to a car accident. Anyway, one monday we all piled into class and waited and waited. After about fifteen min. we figured "ok, no Mr. Melton". At about twenty after or so the principle and the super intendant come into the class and explain that Mr. Melton was arrested for driving his motorized wheel chair down US 31 at 3:30 in the morning drunk. He said that when Melton saw the cops behind him, he tried to outrace them and was swerving from one side of the road to the other trying to dodge them and throw them off. Eventually the lead cop in the "chase" got out of his car, ran up with Melton and jogged with him until he could pull the power wire. Haha, I thought it was pretty funny because that thing did all of about ten miles and hour, and with minimal use the battery could hold a charge for like twelve hours or something. The cops didn't know wether to pull out spike strips or try to talk him down or what. They just lead a thirty minute 10 mph car chase down the highway instead. It also made the news with footage from the officers car. It was everything I had imagined in a chase and more. It was funny not because he was in a wheel chair, but because Melton was the kind of guy that aged about forty years older than what he really was. He was twenty eight or something like that and talked, looked, and acted like the most grizzled mountain man you could have ever met in your life. Right down to the scruffy beard that came to his stomach, the crazy eyes, and the whiskey stained breath.