You may recall that TRH (The Retired Husband) had yearnings for a trike. The road to realising this dream has been loooong. First he had to get a motorbike licence. Road rules here are weird. To this end The Exterminator entered – and exited – to pave the way.
Then came the hunt for the dream machine. After many, many, many months of searching, looking, hunting, it appeared.
Discussions, negotiations, planned excursion to bring it home finally came to fruition in August. A bundle of nerves, off he flew to Sydney.
The Day of Dreams Realised,
The Day of The Trike,
It is home.
In our carport next to Big Red.
In working order.
He is – The Black Beast.
© Raili Tanska
“Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.”
― Roy T. Bennett,