OK, so we’re up and poring over the Sunday paper, coffee in hand (well, Mrs. O’, anyway) and she points out this odd-looking toy - a Chariot Assault Scooter.
It’s kind of like those old folks’ tricycles you see occasionally, except that where the back two wheels would be, there are two footpads for you to stand on. So you can stand imperially as you rocket down the roadway after giving yourself a good push.
My God, think of the possibilities! “Out of the way, Razor-riding peasants! Your skateboard wheels are no match for my air-pressure inflated might! I am KING OF THE SIDEWALK!!!” evil megalomaniacal laughter
Mrs. O won’t get it for me for Christmas, the heartless wench.
The only thing better than a Chariot Assault Scooter is a Rocket-Powered Chariot Assault Scooter.
Be sure to tape on only the best-quality Black Cat bottle rockets. Oh, and a plastic gladiator helmet and a spear fashioned from a sharpened broom handle would complete the effect nicely.
Menacing multi-colored tassels on and about the handgrips would surely help to announce the degree of your dastardly intentions to all who might dare to impede your foward direction.