Buggies.

Watching the horde of disability scooters that run around the village, it occurs to me that one thing that is missing from these vehicles, as with modern bicycles, is something that warns of their approach. Perhaps they should be equipped with bells or horns as they can sometimes come upon you unawares. Unplanned contact with these vehicles could render you in need of the use of one. I had a close encouter with one of these buggies once whilst living in Prestwick, which was being driven by an elderly lady who seemed to be in training for Formula One. Useful as this means of transport undoubtedly is in aiding the mobility of the disabled, some of those who drive them would not seem to be as aware of what they are driving as maybe they ought to be.

Then of course, there is the well known village character who carries his dog on his buggy. The sight of a dog on a buggy drives my dog, who does not like wheeled vehicles of any kind much, into a total rage. He still looks at the wheeled rottwieler with a good deal of suspicion