Oh yes, I forgot to mention.
You can't just point and glide like a normal bike.
They need continual micro adjustment to control and steer.
They don’t climb well.
If you get out of the saddle, you lose traction and the wheels spin.
They scare the shit out of you, when descending.
They are noisey and have all sorts of quirky squeaks and rattles.
They don’t corner well and have a tendency to plough straight on.
Getting them to go round even moderate bends, requires learning completely new skill sets.
Attempting corners at speed is tantamount to declaring you’re fed up with life and you don’t give a crap whether you live or die.
Difficult to mount, you cant just swing your leg over.
Children point and laugh at you.
Teenagers throw things at you.
They wreck the door frames to your house, taking them in and out.
You can't fit mudguards.
You can't take them on a train.
The girls you'd like to shag won't be seen dead with you. (Again this might not be a trike issue???)
To be accepted by other tricyclists, you need to have an eccentric moustache.
They provide an additional reason for why people might think you're a cunt.
50% extra chance of catching a puncture.
Errr... did I mention they are fun to ride?
I might have one for sale, if anyones interested and I would recommend a test ride before purchasing. And that concludes the nationally infamous, no frills, no bull shit, take it or leave it, tell it like it is, if you don’t like it, there’s the door, Spa Cycles sales pitch.