OK, dig this. Back in the heyday of the Arabian Nights, these were the way to get around town. The brand and the model didn't really make any difference. Persian, Chinese, Indian, Syrian, whatever. As long as the thing got off the ground it was usable. Mine was a cute little three seater throw rug from Pier One. That puppy could stop on a dime and take a turn like a Tron light cycle. Ah, nostalgia...