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  1. Caveman

    left foot pedal Car adaption photos

    That's a fantastically good reason not to use one... I wouldn't touch it with a barge pole... I'm a right AK, have been driving for well over twenty years in loads of different cars, no mods, no problems. This device costs money, damages the car you fit it to and now it transpires your accelerator pedal can get stuck! Good luck :o being new to all this - I understood it was a legal requirement in the UK to have a left foot pedal; after the accident I informed DVLA and have a new licence. For me it is a pain 'coz I have assumed I cant rent a car on overseas trips. I assume what you have been doing for 20 years has been legal! As you know from other postings I fly too and the aircraft are not modified; I restrict myself to types that are not problematic
  2. Caveman

    left foot pedal Car adaption photos

    That's a fantastically good reason not to use one... I wouldn't touch it with a barge pole... I'm a right AK, have been driving for well over twenty years in loads of different cars, no mods, no problems. This device costs money, damages the car you fit it to and now it transpires your accelerator pedal can get stuck! Good luck :o being new to all this - I understood it was a legal requirement in the UK to have a left foot pedal; after the accident I informed DVLA and have a new licence. For me it is a pain 'coz I have assumed I cant rent a car on overseas trips. I assume what you have been doing for 20 years has been legal! As you know from other postings I fly too and the aircraft are not modified; I restrict myself to types that are not problematic
  3. Caveman

    left foot pedal Car adaption photos

    Had the kit put on my new car and add some photos that hopefully add to the previous batch. For Marilyn, note the securing plate lies flush below the mat. Only a 2" square of mat was removed by the original accelerator
  4. Caveman

    Alternative Fairytale

    Late last night, while dancing naked, I got cold feet, so I decided that I needed someone to put on a striped to sock to keep my little pinky warm. I called to find out who was around to perform this task, but everyone was recovering from a whiskey-induced hangover. They seemed extremely annoyed at being awoken, jeering at me when I screamed. "Where's my goat!" The goat was found, dyed pink, with a frilly hat, and a big smile. Not to mention the giant earring hanging from his cute white ear lobe. I took him inside the goat cheese factory where they proceeded to photograph his brilliant blue eyes. While there I had an urge to sample their soaps and lotions, which, being naked, I smothered all the photographers with my arm pits. All at once, each photographer fell under a spell, the goat escaped, cheese started melting, and I continued smearing melted cheese in my hair. The aforementioned soaps were eaten by my hungry boyfriend, Geronimo Von Mellencamp. During that time, Geronimo's wife, Muffy, learned about me and my antics with the elephant and the pygmy, as bubbles erupted in the molten cheese, I screamed " I love cheese !! But not in my whiskey sour!" Geronimo's wife immediately grabbed some ice to cool the boiling cheese, forgetting for a moment that the pygmy was standing next in line for his turn to have a nibble. The pigmy shouted, Hey broad, MOVE. Astonished, Muffy said, KISS MY GOAT!! Geronimo yelled loudly "I'm blowing bubbles" and everyone dived for cover away from the windows. The bubbles from the boiling cheese smelled like the really dirty, rotten socks you find under the cushions of your brother's hideous, purple chair!! But with a certain sweet smell to drive Tammie wild! An air freshener (subtle mushroom overtones) purchased by Lizzie, over-used by Cat, as her perfume wafted through the asylum's open window. A goblin sniffed Marcia's big toe, acutely aware of the fact that the fumes may unexpectedly ignite. However...the goblin was following a sequential protocol regarding toe sniffing, by sniffing one toe, then writing his impressions down using the pen-name "Marcia della Capra", which means beautiful. Meanwhile, Sparky snickered at the turkey. The damn fool was dancing on the banquet table, loaded with scrumptious food and an unconscious JohnnyV. JohnnyV!!!! said the madly dancing turkey carcass on steroids, Muffy wants you playing the washboard and dancing the Doh-si-Doh so that Tammie and Cat, watched Neal as Marcia dyed his nose hairs blonde. The doorbell chimed, Neal screamed hideously, golly that hurt! The door creaked, and in walked Cheryl with a rubber leotard on. In her hands was a whip that Lizzie wanted to use on Jerry, aka Fivestring. Ann (eag) was trembling, Ally yelled, "NO, Shane is coming to the rescue!" Shane laughed, mwaawhaha! "What's going on, here?" cried the jolly green giant. "Where are the tiny green workers? Shane laughed again, this time farting, "they're in Munchkinland, breaking prosthetics, so their short stature would definitely be the model used next. Glinda's bubble appeared and Marcia's Oz, fainted dead away. Oh, No, No. OH YES shouted
  5. Caveman

    Alternative Fairytale

    Late last night, while dancing naked, I got cold feet, so I decided that I needed someone to put on a striped to sock to keep my little pinky warm. I called to find out who was around to perform this task, but everyone was recovering from a whiskey-induced hangover. They seemed extremely annoyed at being awoken, jeering at me when I screamed. "Where's my goat!" The goat was found, dyed pink, with a frilly hat, and a big smile. Not to mention the giant earring hanging from his cute white ear lobe. I took him inside the goat cheese factory where they proceeded to photograph his brilliant blue eyes. While there I had an urge to sample their soaps and lotions, which, being naked, I smothered all the photographers with my arm pits. All at once, each photographer fell under a spell, the goat escaped, cheese started melting, and I continued smearing melted cheese in my hair. The aforementioned soaps were eaten by my hungry boyfriend, Geronimo Von Mellencamp. During that time, Geronimo's wife, Muffy, learned about me and my antics with the elephant and the pygmy, as bubbles erupted in the molten cheese, I screamed " I love cheese !! But not in my whiskey sour!" Geronimo's wife immediately grabbed some ice to cool the boiling cheese, forgetting for a moment that the pygmy was standing next in line for his turn to have a nibble. The pigmy shouted, Hey broad, MOVE. Astonished, Muffy said, KISS MY GOAT!! Geronimo yelled loudly "I'm blowing bubbles" and everyone dived for cover away from the windows. The bubbles from the boiling cheese smelled like the really dirty, rotten socks you find under the cushions of your brother's hideous, purple chair!! But with a certain sweet smell to drive Tammie wild! An air freshener (subtle mushroom overtones) purchased by Lizzie, over-used by Cat, as her perfume wafted through the asylum's open window. A goblin sniffed Marcia's big toe, acutely aware of the fact that the fumes may unexpectedly ignite. However...the goblin was following a sequential protocol regarding toe sniffing, by sniffing one toe, then writing his impressions down using the pen-name "Marcia della Capra", which means beautiful. Meanwhile, Sparky snickered at the turkey. The damn fool was dancing on the banquet table, loaded with scrumptious food and an unconscious JohnnyV. JohnnyV!!!! said the madly dancing turkey carcass on steroids, Muffy wants you playing the washboard and dancing the Doh-si-Doh so that Tammie and Cat, watched Neal as Marcia dyed his nose hairs blonde. The doorbell chimed, Neal screamed hideously, golly that hurt! The door creaked, and in walked Cheryl with a rubber leotard on. In her hands was a whip that Lizzie wanted to use on Jerry, aka Fivestring. Ann (eag) was trembling, Ally yelled, "NO, Shane is coming to the rescue!" Shane laughed, mwaawhaha! "What's going on, here?" cried the jolly green giant. "Where are the tiny green workers? Shane laughed again, this time farting, "they're in Munchkinland, breaking prosthetics, so their short stature would definitely be the model used next. Glinda's bubble appeared and Marcia's Oz, fainted dead away. Oh, No, No. OH YES shouted
  6. Caveman

    left foot pedal Car adaption photos

    mat goes over the top of the base plate - will post more pics of the new car installation shortly
  7. Caveman

    Alternative Fairytale

    Late last night, while dancing naked, I got cold feet, so I decided that I needed someone to put on a striped to sock to keep my little pinky warm. I called to find out who was around to perform this task, but everyone was recovering from a whiskey-induced hangover. They seemed extremely annoyed at being awoken, jeering at me when I screamed. "Where's my goat!" The goat was found, dyed pink, with a frilly hat, and a big smile. Not to mention the giant earring hanging from his cute white ear lobe. I took him inside the goat cheese factory where they proceeded to photograph his brilliant blue eyes. While there I had an urge to sample their soaps and lotions, which, being naked, I smothered all the photographers with my arm pits. All at once, each photographer fell under a spell, the goat escaped, cheese started melting, and I continued smearing melted cheese in my hair. The aforementioned soaps were eaten by my hungry boyfriend, Geronimo Von Mellencamp. During that time, Geronimo's wife, Muffy, learned about me and my antics with the elephant and the pygmy, as bubbles erupted in the molten cheese, I screamed " I love cheese !! But not in my whiskey sour!" Geronimo's wife immediately grabbed some ice to cool the boiling cheese, forgetting for a moment that the pygmy was standing next in line for his turn to have a nibble. The pigmy shouted, Hey broad, MOVE. Astonished, Muffy said, KISS MY GOAT!! Geronimo yelled loudly "I'm blowing bubbles" and everyone dived for cover away from the windows. The bubbles from the boiling cheese smelled like the really dirty, rotten socks you find under the cushions of your brother's hideous, purple chair!! But with a certain sweet smell to drive Tammie wild! An air freshener (subtle mushroom overtones) purchased by Lizzie, over-used by Cat, as her perfume wafted through the asylum's open window. A goblin sniffed Marcia's big toe, acutely aware of the fact that the fumes may unexpectedly ignite. However...the goblin was following a sequential protocol regarding toe sniffing, by sniffing one toe, then writing his impressions down using the pen-name "Marcia della Capra", which means beautiful. Meanwhile, Sparky snickered at the turkey. The damn fool was dancing on the banquet table, loaded with scrumptious food and an unconscious JohnnyV. JohnnyV!!!! said the madly dancing turkey carcass on steroids, Muffy wants you playing the washboard and dancing the Doh-si-Doh so that Tammie and Cat, watched Neal as Marcia dyed his nose hairs blonde. The doorbell chimed, Neal screamed hideously, golly that hurt! The door creaked, and in walked Cheryl with a rubber leotard on. In her hands was a whip that Lizzie wanted to use on Jerry, aka Fivestring. Ann (eag) was trembling, Ally yelled, "NO, Shane is coming to the rescue!" Shane laughed, mwaawhaha! "What's going on, here?" cried the jolly green giant. "Where are the tiny green workers? Shane laughed again, this time farting, "they're in Munchkinland, breaking prosthetics, so their short stature
  8. Caveman

    Alternative Fairytale

    post Nov 20 2007, 05:18 PM Post #111 Super Member **** Group: Members Posts: 608 Joined: 7-November 05 From: Tulsa, Oklahoma Member No.: 1470 Late last night, while dancing naked, I got cold feet, so I decided that I needed someone to put on a striped toe sock to keep my little pinky warm. I called to find out who was around to perform this task, but everyone was recovering from a whiskey-induced hangover. They seemed extremely annoyed at being awoken, jeering at me when I screamed. "Where's my goat!" The goat was found, dyed pink, with a frilly hat, and a big smile. Not to mention the giant earring hanging from his cute white ear lobe. I took him inside the goat cheese factory where they proceeded to photograph his brilliant blue eyes. While there I had an urge to sample their soaps and lotions, which, being naked, I smothered all the photographers with my arm pits. All at once, each photographer fell under a spell, the goat escaped, cheese started melting, and I continued smearing melted cheese in my hair. The aforementioned soaps were eaten by my hungry boyfriend, Geronimo Von Mellencamp. During that time, Geronimo's wife, Muffy, learned about me and my antics with the elephant and the pygmy, as bubbles erupted in the molten cheese, I screamed " I love cheese !! But not in my whiskey sour!" Geronimo's wife immediately grabbed some ice to cool the boiling cheese, forgetting for a moment that the pygmy was standing next in line for his turn to have a nibble. The pigmy shouted, Hey broad, MOVE. Astonished, Muffy said, KISS MY GOAT!! Geronimo yelled loudly "I'm blowing bubbles" and everyone dived for cover away from the windows. The bubbles from the boiling cheese smelled like the really dirty, rotten socks you find under the cushions of your brother's hideous, purple chair!! But with a certain sweet smell to drive Tammie wild! An air freshener (subtle mushroom overtones) purchased by Lizzie, over-used by Cat, as her perfume wafted through the asylum's open window.
  9. Caveman

    High Heels!!!

    more man stuff! I did a lot before my accident. I like shoes too. I prefer boots. (max heel probably 3.5cm) 95% of time I now wear deck shoes. Have an allen key and make my own adjustments to the fixed foot. A flat heel is is need ed to walk bear foot round the house. just starting to move away from the decks at home and learn "the walk" with smartere footwear. When I get final NHS prescription hope to get an elation foot (not for Jimmy Choos!) Will look at buying for self a specailist skiing job ( http://www.freedom-innovations.com/product_overview21.html)
  10. Caveman

    Alternative Fairytale

    Late last night, while dancing naked, I got cold feet, so I decided that I needed someone to put on a striped toe sock to keep my little pinky warm. I called to find out who was around to perform this task, but everyone was recovering from a whiskey-induced hangover. They seemed extremely annoyed at being awoken, jeering at me when I screamed. "Where's my goat!" The goat was found, dyed pink, with a frilly hat, and a big smile. Not to mention the giant earring hanging from his cute white ear lobe. I took him inside the goat cheese factory where they proceeded to photograph his brilliant blue eyes. While there I had an urge to sample their soaps and lotions, which, being naked, I smothered all the photographers with my arm pits. All at once, each photographer fell under a spell, the goat escaped, cheese started melting, and I continued smearing melted cheese in my hair. The aforementioned soaps were eaten by my hungry boyfriend, Geronimo Von Mellencamp. During that time, Geronimo's wife, Muffy, learned about me and my antics with the elephant and the pygmy, as bubbles erupted in the molten cheese, I screamed " I love cheese !! But not in my whiskey sour!" Geronimo's wife immediately grabbed some ice to cool the boiling cheese, forgetting for a moment that the pygmy was standing next in line for his turn to have a nibble. The pigmy shouted, Hey broad, MOVE. Astonished, Muffy said, KISS MY GOAT!! Geronimo yelled loudly "I'm blowing bubbles" and everyone dived for cover away from the windows. The bubbles from the boiling cheese smelled like the really dirty, rotten socks you find under the cushions of your brother's hideous, purple chair!! But with a certain sweet smell to drive Tammie wild! An air freshener (subtle mushroom overtones)
  11. Caveman

    C-Leg Foot

    thanks for the extensive notes, very useful. I too need reliability, ladders and stairs are a constant in my work as a marine surveyor. was ok in today's cold, though the real leg was chilled through!. the rheo is very good, I have it with a carbon fobre socket and a renegade foot. 30 stairs to the front door of the house and bedroom on the 3rd floor! Hope I don't get it wet - need some more insurance I think.will definately try the c next time. when looking at costs, thought the 5 year would be less on the Rheo
  12. My belt support socket that was my initial prescription could be warn and walked on all day from day 1, though after a hard day could cut into the groin some. I have a suction which is causing blisters on some days but is secure. Also getting a bayonet type connection on another leg which is a totally different socket design Pain is not acceptable. Is it reasonable to expect all day comfort and function? How much discomfort for full function should be accepted? I am only 6 months in to wearing a prosthetic - at what level should expectations be placed? Are (to a controlled extent) constant sores and abrasion part of the package of being an amputee? Is it worth doing a poll -whoever they work? socket type/function/comfort/ease of use/ etc? Is it relavant as every one is different? maybe if it was grouped by activity level/age etc cheers
  13. Caveman

    C-Leg Foot

    I am soon to go on a knee trial with the IP+ from the NHS. I have private Rheo knee with a renegade foot for the last 2 week (private prescription). Would be interested as to why you think the C is better than the rheo for you. My private prosthetist said I would be better with Rheo...The C seem loved by all. no one has a rheo..... what sort of things do you do? thanks
  14. Caveman

    Shhhhh...don't tell anyone

    Good on you! looking forward to my return to two wheels (no engines anymore). planning on a trip with old freinds round Northern Holland in the spring. Had the anniversary of my lorry motorbike crunch last saturday. visited the people that kept me going in intensive care. meant a lot. The following day had my first students for flying lessons, good result for the 1st year. best to all
  15. last note was meant for one blueleg. bat PC skills on my part
  16. I'm a right AK and in over twenty years have never needed anything, I just use a standard auto... no concerns about another peice of kit and the expense, will it fit? etc. Interestd in your approach. I assumed it was a UK requirement to have an adapation and have got used to driving with a LH accelerator; to use an auto without mods would be excellent. esp as my work takes me to places where in the past I have rented a car and now have to pass work on or get taxis. one thing that is worth getting a new car adapated is that the purchase become VAT exempt (see HM customs notice 701/59)
  17. Caveman

    Mauch Knee SNS

    trying out an EBS at the moment. Its pants compared to the Mauch, will then be set to try the IP+. looking forward to binning the EBS, no preconceptions re the IP+,though cant see it as being as good as the Mauch. Finally got the Rheo sorted, good so far; though from chats elsewher people suggest would have been better for my purposes with the C-leg
  18. 10 days after getting leg (I am RAK) got a LH accelerator. No probs from day 1, comes off in seconds when wife needs it. Changing cars this week and taking with . Te installation was about £300.
  19. Caveman

    Knee for Flying

    Any pilots out there? I am AK (nov06)and am glad to say have been able to get my class 1 medical and commercial pilot's and instructor ratings back. Pa 28s etc are fine, struggling with aircraft without nose wheel steering on the ground (toe brake issues). Want to fly the 152 as still the standard ab-initio trainer in uk. Been using the Mauch and locking the knee, but not 100% any ideas?
  20. Caveman

    Knee for Flying

    From what I know know would be better with the new C leg. However the Rheo was ordered in July and just getting delivery in an hour(again) the sockets weren't right. will have to investigate a flying mode of my/ossur's design. Could be the mauch will be the flying knee and the rheo wil be general use. Suspect will have to wait till the reho dies ( my 93 year old mother has paid for what we took to be the best leg/foot/socket that was around) - the advice was Rheo rather than c. Finally get my first new student post accident at the weekend - on the 1st anniversary of the crash. Motorbike and lorry 3rd Nov 2006, Instructing 4th Nov 2007.
  21. Caveman

    Did you know?

    Bad news. I am fortunate that I work for myself and have to be very mobile. At least one ladder on every job. Clients are very supportive. What sort of post were you looking for?
  22. Caveman

    Knee for Flying

    thanks for the detailed reply. The Mauch locks at a set angle but has a tendency to open up and lock at a fixed extension, so have to release and set up again. leading to inadvertant bake on the ground. Tried a C152 (which is still dominant in UK for ab-initio training) last week but had problems with toe brakes; airborne was fine with excellent authority. Made the decision for the Rheo rather than the C-leg for my private prescription. will look into programming it into a v stiff set flight mode. Totally agree re-Spitfire! But thats £3,000 an hour for the 2 seater out of Duxford. Closer to home the aircraft I have enjoyed most is the DH Chipmunk, wonderful control harmony and £130 an hour. has a atchet set up - apply right rudder - get right brake and force is fn of how many clicks Yet to fly again since the amputation but would concur that the more prone positions of the Bulldog and Diamond star are easier. Curious about returning to gliding too!
  23. Caveman

    Knee for Flying

    depends if you are using the C rudders with toe- brakes. otherwise you have the combined rudder by rotating the stick (microsfoft).
  24. Caveman

    Vehicle advice

    PEDALS WILL COME WITH PRACTICE
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