Four speed, five speeds, cane? I was never, never going to have a cane. But the doctor repeatedly said Walk. Then the spine didn't get well on its own, and my brake pedal leg was not reliable. Didn't dare drive. The walker was about as elegant as a donkey, and as much trouble.
After surgery, the cane would let me out of the courtyard and over to a friend in a waiting car. I did the math.
It's industrial looking and falls on the floor too often, but it works for me.
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