I ride with the local game warden, and most of the local cops, all 3 of them. I got stopped on my road by one of the loca police officers while I was on my 200es, turns out he saw it and wanted to hire me to help put up a few fences.
Imagine that.
Thank god for small town Alabama.
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.