Of course I sent no emails to anyone but this person, maybe scare some sense into them.
I love my home, my state, and my people. We southerners get enough of a bad rep without people broadcasting their stupidity.
We don't need to the trikes weed out the retards, that ruins too many trikes. I say give em some cheap little quads.
Rigged with explosives.
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.