Unlike some of my fellow cripples, I have no desire to ever ride a camel.
This must be a relatively common phenomenon because I’ve seen several pictures
of cripples riding camels. But in order for that cripple to ride, first someone had to climb up on the camel’s
back and construct a small scaffolding that will hold the cripple upright.
Because otherwise the floppy cripple will lose their balance and fall right off
of the camel as soon as it flinches.
So in these pictures of
cripples riding camels the cripple is snugly secured to the scaffolding with an
elaborate intertwining of straps and ropes. It doesn’t look very comfortable to
me. And to me a prerequisite for having fun is being comfortable.
Thus, I think the only kind of rush I would get out of riding a camel is the daredevil rush you get when you do something stupid and reckless and survive. All the enjoyment is in retrospect. While you’re in the middle of the stunt, all you’re thinking about is getting out of it alive. When it's over, you feel the sweet release of relief.
I don't envy the fact that verts can spontaneously ride a camel and I can’t. That's not one of the losses of crippledom that I mourn. I might feel differently if I lived in the desert and I was surrounded by sand and riding a camel was the only way to get anywhere, like just going to the drugstore. Motorized wheelchairs like mine suck when it comes to driving through sand. They just sink and get stuck. That might be enough to make me consider going through all the hassle of trying to ride a camel.
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