Not my fault (yeah it is)

I wish that the damage I routinely inflict on my wheelchair was some kind of conscious or unconscious rebellion against the POS machine.

I know, however, that the many breaks are 95% the result of bad reaction time and just plain clumsiness. (I know that I am dooming myself to never be allowed to use a riding mower.) Maybe 5% is due to the chair's shittiness. Well, maybe 10%, it really is so poorly designed.

But if i could chalk the destruction to something that wasn't really my fault, I'd feel better. Like now: I would not feel so stupid for speeding into the wheelchair stall door and not stopping until a bolt had sheared off in the part where bolts screw in (which might be a female screw but I am not sure).

I think everything will work out OK. A friend at work said he could get the bolt out and I have extras to replace it. Just arghh!