I ran my power wheelchair on the streets when we lived in a small town. I don't know if it was legal or not. I'd wave at the local police passing in their patrol cars, and none stopped me. And I did foolish things, things that I knew were endangering me as I did them, things like power-chairing home from work in winter darkness in a wheelchair that was mostly black while wearing a dark winter coat. But I did it because it made me independent. By taking to the streets, I needed to wait for no one and no one needed to wait on me.
There's a lot to be said for quiet small towns. Camdenton is anything but quiet, at least from April through October, and logic says the guy and his lawnmower shouldn't be on the street.
But I've done it. And I don't blame him for trying.