Shoutout to the crew who showed up every Saturday – rain or shine. We patrolled the river valley, ran the ridge route twice just because, and found a taco truck parked at an old grain elevator. That’s living.
42°F and foggy. May highs: 84°F and humming. april and may trike patrol
🗺️ 1,247 miles ⛽ 23 fuel stops 🌧️ 4 completely soaked rides 🍦 7 ice cream stands conquered Shoutout to the crew who showed up every
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
April showers brought May flowers, but for us? They brought perfect trike weather. No slipping, no leaning – just grip, glide, and grin. Over the last eight weeks, we’ve clocked miles through spring thunderstorms, golden-hour backroads, and one surprise hailstorm that felt like riding through a frozen waterfall. Wouldn’t trade a second of it.