Everyone knows about the Japanese train system, particularly the Shinkansen “Bullet Trains.” Seeing it is vastly different than reading about it.

I was unprepared the first time a bullet train rocketed past us as we waited on the train platform. The rush of air and whooshing sound swiveled my head around, my eyes trying to catch up with the object which had just hurtled past me. By the time the third one approached, I was ready and videoed it with my phone. This was dazzling stuff to someone like me who lives in San Diego where cars are king and public transportation is almost non-existent.

man carrying ramp in small briefcase size bag

Carrying Ramp

Within minutes of experiencing the bullet trains, I saw something that was almost as impressive to someone who travels in a wheelchair. When we went through the ticket gate, the man in the ticket office pulled us aside and asked if we need a ramp to board the train. Not knowing if there was a big step up from the platform into the train, we said yes.

A minute later, a uniformed trainman walked up to us carrying a compact bag in his hand. It looked like a laptop computer case. As we neared the train, he stopped and put on a pair of ubiquitous white gloves, opened the case, took out metal plates which he unfolded and…

portable, compact wheelchair ramp

Wheelchair Ramp

Voila…there was a cute little ramp in front of us. He bowed and motioned us to roll into the train. We found our seats, heaved our bags on the overhead racks just in the nick of time as the train pulled out of the station. I leaned back, looked out the window, and let out a sigh of relief as we sped past flooded rice paddies. It’s the beginning of a three week trip to Japan that will end in Kyoto at the World Parkinson Congress 2019.

I love riding trains. Many people find that strange, considering that forty years ago this August, Dave’s and my lives turned upside down when I lost my legs and right arm in a train accident. To us, trains take the stress out of travel, especially in countries where people drive their cars on the other side of the road or in countries whose language uses a different alphabet. Sometimes, while sitting in my wheelchair on a railway platform, I look down at the tracks to see if it will make me feel bad or have nightmares. It never does. We love riding trains.