Letters - August 15, 2012

MOBILITY LIFELINE: Picture posed by model
MOBILITY LIFELINE: Picture posed by model
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I AM on my third mobility scooter and it is taxed and I have taken out insurance.

But I agree with other readers (Gazette August 10), we are being victimised for using scooters.

I admit some should not be on them but yesterday I saw two people – one with one leg and one with no legs.

They were happy to have their independence and be out in the nice warm weather. Are people wanting to take that from them?

I have rheumatoid arthritis – how far am I going to get without my trusted scooter?

I would take a test anytime and am probably a better driver than some car drivers. Experience counts.


Hobart Place


MAY I point out that 20 or even 10 years ago, most of the disabled people using mobility scooters would have rarely left their homes.

The scooters have given their lives back to many who thought they were housebound for life.

Sadly many face hostility from 
able-bodied members of the public.

I have used a scooter for the last 15 years. I have never caused a problem to anyone and I am fully insured in case I do.

Remember, many of us have older partners who would not be able to push a wheelchair so the scooters are a godsend.

I accept not all users are as considerate as I am.

However, we too are inconvenienced by those who block pavements then tut when we politely say ‘excuse me’.

I have to say in Blackpool I have rarely met with anything other than smiles and courtesy from those only too eager to help.

So please, think yourselves fortunate if you have two good legs and remember that, one day, you might not have.


I’VE just got back from volunteering at the Olympics.

I had a fantastic time at the main stadium, and helped out at the opening ceremony and right through the athletics.

On my last day, the sun was burning down and I was approached by a man who was getting sunburnt and begged me to lend him my Games Maker cap.

He said he was a marathon runner from Blackpool.

I explained it was the only one I had and that I needed him to bring it back to me when he left.

Well, I waited and waited, and he didn’t come back, and so I’ve lost a lovely memento of the Games.

To be honest, the cap’s not as important to me as my need to feel positive about the people around me.

Just in case there’s a pang of guilt, I’m sure he could get my cap back to me via The Gazette.