Trikke 12 Roadster Info

For Every Season, Turn-Turn-Turn...

OK, I know, it's a classic tune, Mark, not a Trikke phenomena.

Actually, it's both.

Turn-turn-turn. That's it! That's the secret.

See, today I spoke with John, President and chief nail-biter at Trikke Tech. John and I go back a ways, so I believe I can say that. He bears the weight of the company on his back... much like Gildo bears the weight of the actual Trikke you're riding on his. Two amazing and very cool individuals.

And I have to go grab some turkey. My son Dustin just informed me. So... once that jawin' is complete, I'll get back to you with the inside skinny on this blog (if I can remember it that far).

Have a great Thanksgiving, all. It's been a phenomenal year for us, and we hope for you as well.

More later,
ME

Pick Your Passion: Pick Your Art...

No matter what you do, you should do it with enough courage to invest yourself in it to the point that it becomes so... So amazing that not only you but everyone around you gets infected with your passion...

And there's no cure. Really. I've looked. Twice I'm spent as much as 6 Months trying to be “just a regular guy”, with average likes, average conversation, not too funny...

And... We'll, frankly, it sucks.

So... Why be normal?

Swerve. iSwerve. So can you.

And you may just find that swerving is the fastest way between two points.

But we all know: it's not polite to point.

More later.

(This reflection brought to you mid-concert... Willie and Dave, his humble keyboardist (from Jethro Tull) are sliding across the polished wood stage in stockinged feet to sort of break up the concert mood. I suggested Trikkes, of course...;-)

A Good Trikke Ride is like Music...

I sat rapt as Willie Porter let loose on his six strings... He bobbed and weaved and shook and funked...

And as I watched him, his eyes closed to the crowd, his fingers dancing across the fretboard and his body flexing and diving like Jonathon Livingston Seagull... I thought of how Phenomenally into his art this human is... And I smiled as I thought about how Into my art I Get to be... That zooming along the tarmac at bicycle speeds and above, my little wheels tracing curve on curve, my feet and legs and shoulders and hands pressing, pushing, flexing, kicking to propel me along unlike anything on the road... It's one of the most passionate things a human can do.