Rephrase: Your dad lied to you, and is actually stealing his own wheels, so he can start a conspiracy ending in him having millions in unmarked, small denomination bills deposited into his swiss bank account, to be distributed among his rough and tumble club of super thieves.
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.