Elijah was a rum lad who spent most of his time walking around ancient Israel raining fire down on people and working other wonders doing God’s work.
Imagine how pissed off he must have been when, having just parted the River Jordan with his magic, a bloody great big chariot of fire turns up to take him away in a whirlwind. What are the odds?
It’s little wonder he tried to prevent this from happening by calling the giant wondrous vehicle for not being 10 metres. But, as is well known, mythical vehicular transport pays little attention to referees. They were the scrum-halves of their era.