Imagine this though:
Banshee's have tons of torque, right?
Imagine accidentally wheelying that thing, like all of us do at some point. It'd be a deathtrap to wheelie in a straight line, on smooth ground. Now imagine at any angle, or any rough ground.
This is my trike. There are many like it but this one is mine. My trike is my best friend, and it is my life. I must master it as I must master myself. My trike without me is useless. Without my trike, I am useless. I must ride my trike true. My trike and I know that what counts is not the amount of miles we ride, but the time we ride together. My trike is human in it's own ways, therefore I will learn it as my brother. I will learn it's weaknesses, it's strengths, it's parts, and it's soul.