Standup scooters, electric unicycles, homemade contraptions of all sorts. New Yorkers have plenty of ways to get around.

Jimmy Cho could ride a wheelchair, but wheelchairs are slow.

He could also ride a standup scooter, but he prefers to sit.

Fortunately, he owns a blowtorch.

Thus he combined the front half of an electric scooter (handlebars, front wheel, motor, battery pack) to an old wheelchair (padded seat, handrails, nothing special).

The result is a vehicle that defies classification. It’s still a wheelchair, kind of, and Cho can navigate sidewalks. But because it’s zippy, he can keep pace with traffic on busy Manhattan avenues.

“It’ll go 45 miles an hour,” he said. “So it’s dangerous.”

Cho’s favorite place to take his hacked-together jitney is someplace busy, like Herald Square. There he can lounge around, smoke cigarettes, pop wheelies, and look with pity upon the doleful masses still using archaic conveyances like “electric Citi Bikes” and “feet” to move around.

“Look at all these people, walking like cave men,” said Cho, 42, from Brooklyn. “Now you can ride your furniture!”

He’s right, of course. Never in the course of human civilization has there been a moment like this. Want a standup scooter that’ll do 90 miles an hour with a titanium frame to “absorb vibrations and torsion phenomena?” Excellent. Want to ride a tiny electric chopper, or a tripod with wheels, or a suitcase? Hey, friend, you do you.

Of course, the sudden profusion of electric vehicles has created conflicts. Many people go on bridges and in bike lanes with their new electric vehicles, including some varieties that are not allowed. With so many new types of transportation, all going different speeds, often on sidewalks and paths designated for pedestrians and bicycles, some people view New York City’s modern streetscape as “a nightmare.” Safety advocates, including the NYC E-Vehicle Safety Alliance, are pressing for more regulation, including legislation requiring riders of electric bikes to register their vehicles and get licenses.

But this sudden profusion of vehicular abundance also should bring a little celebration.

For now — and only now! Like, in the last four years! — any New Yorker with a few hundred dollars can choose with such exactitude the type and model of transportation device that best meets their particular needs. We spent some time on the streets, chatting with people who move around the city in unique, personalized ways.

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Thus he combined the front half of an electric scooter (handlebars, front wheel, motor, battery pack) to an old wheelchair (padded seat, handrails, nothing special).

The result is a vehicle that defies classification. It’s still a wheelchair, kind of, and Cho can navigate sidewalks. But because it’s zippy, he can keep pace with traffic on busy Manhattan avenues.

“It’ll go 45 miles an hour,” he said. “So it’s dangerous.”

Cho’s favorite place to take his hacked-together jitney is someplace busy, like Herald Square. There he can lounge around, smoke cigarettes, pop wheelies, and look with pity upon the doleful masses still using archaic conveyances like “electric Citi Bikes” and “feet” to move around.

“Look at all these people, walking like cave men,” said Cho, 42, from Brooklyn. “Now you can ride your furniture!”

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