42°F and foggy. May highs: 84°F and humming.
🗺️ 1,247 miles ⛽ 23 fuel stops 🌧️ 4 completely soaked rides 🍦 7 ice cream stands conquered april and may trike patrol
This season reminded me why trikes are the ultimate patrol vehicles for the soul. Stable when the spring winds howl. Comfortable when the asphalt gets wavy. And somehow, every gas station stop turns into a ten-minute conversation with someone who says, “I’ve never seen one of those up close.” 42°F and foggy
June’s rides start next weekend. If you see a pack of three-wheelers rolling through your town – that’s us. Wave, rev, or just smile. We’re out here for the same reason you are. april and may trike patrol