The 5 Most Incredible Stories of Pimped Out Wheelchairs

Because Greathouse is a man of his crazy, crazy word, he designed something he's calling The Fire-breathing Electric Wheelchair, because that's exactly what it is.

The seat comes from a Marine rescue helicopter, and the vehicle is capable of running on just about any terrain, which is good, because you never want your total rampage to be stalled by sand or snow. With a top speed of 22 mph, it's not the fastest wheelchair on our list (not even close, actually) but it's certainly the most flamethrower-havingest.

In case it wasn't obvious, Greathouse got into flaming-death-wheelchair-inventing as a hobby after his previous job, designing fighting robots for the show Battlebots, came to an end. This is a man who literally can't not design violent, deadly machines and for that, he has earned our eternal respect.

Fed up with a cold and tank-less world, and sick of the limitations of his standard wheelchair, Jim Starr decided to take matters into his own meaty, crazy hands. He wanted a new wheelchair, something that could traverse roads, snow, sand, and whatever else came across his path, so he and his friend put together a severely tricked out motorized wheelchair that can go as fast as 12 kilometers per hour. Jim swears that it's really just a customized wheelchair that allows him to spend more time outside with his wife and kids, but ... come on. Look at it. Look at him.

No. No.

Unless you come from a family of desert gun turrets, there is no way you're using this chair to get closer to your wife and kids. If there's one thing about which Cracked.com is an expert, it's the concept of applying ridiculous cartoon logic to real life situations, so think of us as somewhat of an authority when we say this: That, Sir, is a freaking wheelchair tank. We're very impressed with your engineering, beardiness and general commitment to badassery, but please don't lie to us and pretend this is anything other than a $24,000 personal tank that you control with a joystick and fuel with, if we had to guess, the souls of all of the bears you've clearly murdered in your life.

Jim, (or, let's be honest, someone who in all likelihood demands that people call him "Big Jim"), has actually run into some trouble with the law recently regarding his chair. Because it is wider than 85 centimeters (107 cm), it is technically considered a "tank" in the eyes of the law, (and also everyone), and as such can only be driven on private land. Big Jim says he's going to try to make some changes that make the chair more road-friendly, which we can only assume means lots and lots of guns.

We know what you're thinking: "I love rolling around in my riding mower, but I hate how uncomfortable the seats are." Or, if you're not thinking that, you're probably thinking "Man, I love getting drunk in my favorite lounge chair, but I really wish I could drive around and shout things at people while doing it." Whatever your problem is, the answer is a lounge chair that sits on a riding mower engine. Also we've thrown in a radio, and some headlights, for night-driving. And a nitrous oxide boost system, for stupid night-driving. Also a drag racing steering wheel, and cup holders because ... because it's faster or better for the environment or something? Look, we don't need to explain ourselves, you don't care what we have to say. You've got a riding mower with a foot rest and turbo drive, we've already lost your attention.

At 62, Dennis LeRoy Anderson built the above chair, based, we assume, on a mixture of his fantasies and that sweet, sweet chair from Roundhouse. This "chair" can travel up to 24km/h and also has a parachute, because what the hell, right? He loved his chair very much and, unlike Big Jim, he was allowed to drive it wherever he wanted. Until, that is, he got drunk and drove it straight into a parked car on the way home from a bar in Minnesota. His excuse was that some "girl jumped on the chair," but that seems to be in conflict with the fact that he a) is 62-years-old and b) had a BAC of .29 at the time.

The authorities didn't care if it was a car or the world's coolest chair--drunk driving is drunk driving, so on August 31, 2008, the chair was seized by the police and sold on eBay for over $10,000.

Anderson is currently living in Minnesota, serving out his probation on legs, like the rest of us chumps.

If you can call that "living."

For anyone who has ever felt bad about sticking their loved one in a retirement home, we're telling you right now to get the hell over it. You feel bad because you assume retirement homes are boring, structured, cold and lonely wastelands that basically function as an extended waiting room for a funeral, but you're wrong. In central Florida there exists one of the largest retirement communities on Earth called the Villages. While the grand-kids of the residents worry that their grandparents are quietly and miserably whining about how they never visit, they're actually cruising around in seriously tricked-out golf carts, partying their crazy asses off. Everything from Cadillac to Hummer to early 20th century hot rod versions of golf carts fill the traffic lanes daily, and it's all legal.

If you've ever shared the road with an old driver, you know the elderly are so accustomed to the feeling of death lingering over their shoulders that they no longer have the good sense to fear it, and that this recklessness completely guides their approach to driving. As such they should not be allowed on any road under any circumstances. Thankfully, our society understands this, so we know to take licenses away when age or age-related health issues render a person "unfit to drive" or "nightmarishly irresponsible."

Incredibly, those who have lost their license due to health problems or deteriorating sense of where they are can totally drive a golf cart into traffic (or anywhere else) to get around that pesky "the government thinks I'm no longer fit to be behind the wheel" problem. The Americans with Disabilities Act was not designed to protect individuals with these sorts of disabilities, but aging rebels have found a way to stick it to the man, by shoving the safety of others aside. Not only are they driving golf carts all around a society that wants them to remain bedridden, but they are driving the sickest freaking golf carts this world has ever seen.

Villages residents designed golf carts that look like limos, fire trucks, and one person even designed a yellow Hummer H3-inspired cart complete with alligator-skin interior, because he heard that crazy was legal in Southern Florida. These retirees are getting "bigger tires, swap computer codes to overclock their batteries, and hack their motors to bypass built-in speed caps." Old people are hacking into golf carts to make them faster. That is the single scariest sentence this site has ever published.

The pimped-out golf cart scene has gotten so big that there is actually a gang within the community, like if the Hell's Angels were old and terrifying and in bed by 4:30. The Streetrod Club, a collection of 500 residents, cruises all around Florida, leaving nothing but a trail of stunned bystanders and Viagra receipts in their wake.

Also probably deaths, right? Like, lots of them? Because the elderly shouldn't have licenses? "Old people are dangerous behind the wheel and they've completely taken control of Florida and established their own laws, so please stay away," is the thesis of this entry. In case that wasn't clear.

Real bikers know that once you have been riding a while, the idea of giving up riding is too much to bear. The power and exhilaration is addictive. So, what's a biker to do if he or she gets injured and becomes confined to a wheelchair? If you guessed "something understated and reasonable," then you've misunderstood literally every single other entry on this list.

Originally designed by Alan Martin for his son who had become paralyzed from a skiing accident, the Martin Mobility Conquest is a wheelchair-ready motorcycle that goes from zero to sixty in 7.6 seconds, can travel up to 105 mph, and matches all other regular motorcycles on the market in terms of both safety standards as well as general badassery.

Yes, that's actually a wheelchair motorcycle. And, yes, it's beating those other motorcycles.

If you want to drive one of these things, you'd simply deploy the rear ramp and glide --chair and all-- right into the heart of the motorcycle.

The three-wheeled motorcycle has plenty of room for both rider and chair and has a special push-button locking system to make sure you don't fall out the back at any time. Additionally, it features high-end suspension to increase stability but without interfering with the precise handling and control that make motorcycles so badass. So it has all of the good qualities of a motorcycle, but it's also safer and, in many cases, capable of outrunning a standard motorcycle. And also pretty damn cool-looking.

Now, we don't like speculating here at Cracked, but we would like to point out that this is a well-armored, jet-black, badass vehicle built for one. And we'd like to point out that, within this vehicle, is your wheelchair, a smaller vehicle built for one. And we'd like to remind you that this smaller vehicle can be deployed, say if the motorcycle gets damaged, or if it's too wide to fit somewhere, or if you need to increase your mobility. Finally, we'd like to point out that yes, that's exactly like how Batman had a batcycle hidden in the middle of his batmobile and could deploy whenever he wanted in Dark Knight.

He is closer to Batman than we will ever be. You, sir, have earned our undying respect. And fear.

See what can be done with the same five-year-old's eye for design, and a military's budget in 7 WTF Military Weapons You Won't Believe They Actually Built. Or for more DIY madness, enjoy 7 Hacks That Turn Everyday Objects into Deadly Weapons.