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HOW DID WE GET IN THE TRIKKE BUSINESS?  WE GOT “HOOKED” OURSELVES!  As I remember:

About two and a half years ago Jeff was surfing on the internet late one evening when he came across an area titled “human powered vehicles”.  Instantly intrigued, he discovered the TRIKKE. “Come look at this thing!” he hollered.  Wrapped in my blanket, half snoozing/half reading the newspaper, comfortably enjoying my recliner, I reluctantly unwrapped & strolled into the office. “Isn’t this the coolest thing you’ve ever seen?” Jeff excitedly inquired.  “That would be a great birthday present if someone was looking for a good idea for me.  Hint! Hint!”. “You’ve got to be kidding!” I replied.  “That’s all you need--something to get injured on!  It’s too expensive.  It’s not practical.  Don’t be thinking you’re going to get anything like that.” I replied.  My conservative, Midwestern practicality kicked in full gear.  That birthday came & went.   Absolutely no TRIKKE materialized.  A much more “reasonable” gift was unwrapped, and hopefully appreciated by my honey. Not to be thwarted or deterred, Jeff pursued his dream.  After discovering the Trikke Talk forum and 3CVTV videos, I knew where to find him every night.  Soda can by his side, and drool coming from the corner of his mouth, he was totally hooked. The computer was no longer mine to use. “Do you realize you’re obsessed?” I complained.  Wasn’t there something more useful he could be doing with his time, I pondered?  What’s the attraction?   Soon Christmas 2007 was approaching. “It would sure be a neat Christmas gift to get a TRIKKE,” Jeff commented late last November.   True to my roots, I replied, “I hope you’re not disappointed when Santa doesn’t bring a TRIKKE.” Not to be a total Scrooge, I did take time to do a brief investigation of models & prices.  However, practicality again won out.  Other, more practical gifts were purchased and wrapped. Not to be undaunted, my determined, persistent hubby waged another effort prior to birthday 2008.  Once again, all suggestions were discounted, all efforts were to naught.  I fought this battle tooth and toenail with every ounce of energy I possessed.  But finally, my armor began slowly chipping away. One summer evening, lo and behold, a T12 Roadster appeared in our driveway.  (And what to my wandering eyes should appear but a T12 Roadster with hubby on the rear). HE BOUGHT ONE FOR HIMSELF!  Now every evening I could look out the screen door and find him riding back & forth, hundreds of times, up & down the drive.  Eventually, our English bulldog Moses and I began to sit on the porch steps and watch.  I tried so hard to maintain my negative attitude, but it really did look like a lot of fun. The next thing I knew, I got on that contraption myself!  It wasn’t too bad after all.  Just maybe, this might be an easy way to lose a few pounds, I reasoned.  And even greater, its “no impact” exercise feature didn’t bother my arthritic joints!   Just maybe it wasn’t so bad after all!  Now poor little Moses sat on the porch step by himself, watching his “Mom & Dad” take turns riding the TRIKKE up and down the driveway.   Moses couldn’t believe that “Mom” was getting hooked too!  He gave a valiant effort to bark at us, even chased & lunged at us as we whizzed by.  Eventually, Moses also gave up the battle. I guess the old adage is true.  If you can’t “beat em”, you might as well “join em”! Needless to say, we REALLY got hooked!  We don’t even have to share anymore.  I actually have my own.  WATCH OUT WORLD—HERE I COME!

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                                    The story of  Midwest Trikke - Jeff, Linda and Moses.