Heh, I had a trike loaded up in the truck, drove a half hour away to the place where we were going to meet, and he never showed, never answered his phone, or text back. Was going to trade a very nice trike for an '88 F250.
I burnt a LOT of gas driving this thing up there, and burnt a LOT of gas coming back with it too.
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.