Flying the orange flag

When I think of orange, I usually think of Cheetos. I was even somewhat sympathetic when I read this story about police following an odd orange trail to catch alleged Cheetos thieves.

But I'm not flying an orange flag because I touched it after eating Cheetos, but because it's a safety flag. I live in a crowded area with groups of tourists, students and drivers who are from out of town - and lost. After having a near death encounter with a truck the other day in my power chair, I decided to give in and put an orange safety flag on my chair. And, although putting up the safety flag felt a bit like waving the white flag of surrender, I knew it was far better than finding myself under the wheels of a vehicle, in which case I risked never eating a bag of Cheetos again.

Luckily I had a safety flag on hand and Meredith was able to find a way to attach it securely. So it was time for the acid test. When I reached the part of town with the most traffic, what usually feels like playing the Need for Speed:Wheelchair edition video game resulted in only one car- a taxi - entering the crosswalk after I was already in it. The taxi went on its way, brushing past my wheelchair and the driver did see me- so visibility wasn't the problem.

Safety first. And the orange does go well with the decals I'm adding to the chair. Pictures to come after we get a chance to put them on.