One look and she was hooked
I know we’ve all laughed about it… Hi, my name is Jeri and I am a Trikker… but it’s true! From the time I first set eyes on the Trikke, I was captivated. My inner child jumped up and down and wanted to get right on board.
It would be a few months before that dream would actually come true.
Picture this – March, Long Beach, California, 2009. My friend Randy, who just so happens to be the publisher of TrikkeWorld Magazine, brought me to the beach path to show me his new toy. As soon as he carved off, I knew I had to get one.
It was reminiscent of how I rode my bike as a kid, copying the local surfers. Plus I always wanted to skate but was afraid of falling. The Trikke was a combination of both, and I liked the security of the handlebars. My first thought — “I could ride a thing like this.”
When I finally got on what would be “blue” Birdie (the name of my 1st T78), well, I fell. I vowed never to jackknife the handlebars again and got back on it.
Every time a neighbor said “be careful” or “don’t fall,” the hairs on my neck would stand tall. Yet I kept at it. I kept going because it was fun. That’s when the neighbors started saying “good for you” and “is it fun?”
I no longer fear falling off. I don’t jump curbs or bomb down steep hills, either. My Trikke is my fountain of youth. So as I was saying, my name is Jeri, and I’m a trikker…