The Grand Old Duke of York was lucky that he was able to march his men up the hill and down again. If he’d been reliant on ramps, he might have found himself going nowhere. Recently I have had a few frustrating encounters with ramps and one really good one.
I rely on buses and taxis to get about in my power wheelchair, and lately I have had problems both getting in and out of vehicles. After much persuasion, I decided to give Uber Access in London a go. The car came, punctual and all – but I could not get my wheelchair in. The way the carrying area inside the cab was set up would have been fine if I had been in a manual wheelchair, but there was a raised rectangular box, designed to hold the wheelchair in place while the cab was in motion, which was too high for my power wheelchair to go over… but I did get up the ramp to it. A degree of success, I guess, but not enough to get me anywhere.
My trusty London buses have let me down a few times recently too. If the ramp doesn’t work when I want to get on the bus, I just wait for the next one. If it’s not cold this is no bother, but whenever I get on a bus and cannot get off, this becomes a whole performance. The most recent time when I could not get off the bus was when I happened to be at the terminus, so it was reasonably straightforward. The bus driver was in a bit of a panic when the ramp wouldn’t open, but the solution in this case was relatively simple. I know that manual ramps are kept at the depot – something he was unaware of – so I sent him off to find it. Once back, he put the ramp in place and I could make my descent.
The time before that was not nearly so straightforward. The stop where I wanted to get out was in the middle of the bus route. The driver initially wanted to take me to the terminus, some 45 minutes away, but I objected, as did all the passengers, finding this an absurd solution to my predicament. I suggested moving the bus to a spot with a higher kerb so that someone could bump me off the bus, leaving it free to continue its journey. But apparently that was against regulations. The other passengers were very patient, some drifting away without moaning, others trying to help. Some went to nearby shops to see if any had a ramp we could borrow, but with no luck. I then rang the person I was visiting – a physiotherapist as it happened – and asked him to bring along his portable ramp to get me off.
It is wonderful to have ramps on buses and terrific when the automation works, but no one seems to have thought through solutions for when it doesn’t. It would be so simple if each bus could either carry a manual ramp or have a manual override function so that the ramp could be cranked out by hand. I have suggested this a number of times, but obviously never to the right person at Transport for London.
But my really good, surprising ramp experience took place in Covent Garden, an awful place for powered wheelchairs as so few kerbs are dropped. One day I might even turn my frustration into good use and devise a power wheelchair map of how to get about this well-visited part of central London. I had gone to the Hockney Exhibition in Tate Britain and fancied a coffee with my friends. We left the museum thinking it would be easy to find somewhere to stop, but found ourselves in Covent Garden before too long. My friend suggested going to Paul in Bedford Street (https://www.paul-uk.com/find-a-paul/french-restaurant-london). I was very dubious about being able to cross the threshold, but much to my surprise, they had a ramp that was taken out and unfolded for me to use. I was made to feel very welcome, and ended up having afternoon tea (with a French twist – I enjoyed it) instead of just a coffee.
So three failures and one triumph. But I have still not found the perfect ramp to carry on the back of my wheelchair. One day…
But ramp or not, for me Movement is Life. Rosie
Next time, maybe something on toilets again or a trip to Amsterdam.