DEAR LORD MAN! RUN! JUST RUN!
NEVER get more than two together at once off a bike! THE BIKE IS THE WALL THAT KEEP THEM SEPERATE! They mate like tribbles and sooner or later you'll wake up to a tire iron to the face, only to then wake up in a bathtub full of icecubes with a side hurting like hell, and tire tracks all around you.
Sweet X by the way, that's my dream trike.
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.