Today I discovered that my wheelchair picks up speed and becomes pretty much unstoppable when confronted with Virginian hills. I thought going down them would be fun at first, I like going down ramps and it just seemed like a bigger ramp that ran by some nifty looking old buildings and trees. Nothing wrong, nothing scary, just a fun ride. I'd been in the car all day, so I figured I had the strength for it and I was totally up for the challenge. Or so I thought. Once Cale started down that hill there wasn't a lot of controlling him or stopping him, only going faster and head first into traffic. I slammed down my breaks, but they didn't do anything, so I grabbed my wheels and only got friction burned hands/right forearm for my efforts. Fortunately, mom realized something was wrong and G.T. answered my cry for help and caught me before I rolled into the street to be hit by a car.
Aside from my hands and forearm, I'm fine and I have some spray and bandages that makes them feel better, so no need to worry or figure out which hospital to send flowers to or anything like that.
The hills vs wheelchair was the only real eventful thing of the day, our stereo came back to life (being without music was pretty dang lame), and we found a nice hotel near the Metro, so we should be able to head off to DC without much trouble tomorrow morning.
The plan for tomorrow is to go into D.C. As of yet we haven't decided exactly what we'll be doing, but I have a feeling we'll be going to the museums.
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