[Amber H.]

When I was little; ahem, I mean; younger (no comments from the peanut gallery [Chris]), I got to know the constricted life of being trapped (and I really mean trapped) in a wheelchair (thankfully) on a temporary basis.
The only ramp at the elementary school was on the opposite side of the city block sized complex from my classroom and the lunch room, which had only a four foot set of stairs between them. Getting to and from lunch and out to recess was frustrating at best. There were so many places I could not go. Try being raised in California and denied access to the beach.
While I am grateful for some of the fun things like, taking my baby brother for a spin on my lap, finding the limit of how fast I could go before the wheels started to shudder, and getting really buff arms, I sure would have liked to have been able to go up stairs, out on the sand, and through narrower doors (which the Ibot allows for). Even when you are a kid, being physically lowered by the seat of a wheelchair can be demeaning.
I do still think though, that a racing model chair that is lower to the ground might be better in a game of handball. I wonder how well the Ibot would do at that.