Originally Posted By: RickF
my initial thought was that I'd be so screwed trying to direct my wheelchair in an orderly fashion due to random thoughts always popping in and out of my head


What happens to the chair if I'm always thinking about boobies?


Seriously, not to sound overly paranoid, but who's to say it next controlled by remote from a guy down the hall?

::::::: No disrespect to Axiom, but my favorite woofer is my yellow lab :::::::