(A trikker complained that a traffic cop told him he couldn't trikke on the street.)

Gang,

The traffic cop might have been a victim of projecting an old concept upon a new thing.

I trikke on a corner lot that is shaped such that I often approach the "traffic light" end of the lot with some speed. Cars are often coming to the light, it's green, but they slow or even stop. Why? Because they don't know that I have brakes on my "new fandangled invention thingamabobber." They worry I'm going to shoot out into the street.

Well, how hard is it to imagine someone approaching you from behind and interpreting your wiggle-waggling as being a PURPOSEFUL ziggy-zagging? Once they think that you're just "screwing around doing back and forths" instead of going straight like a normal HPV would then they HAVE to consider that you MIGHT just carve right out in front of them. They just don't know the Trikke. They don't know you HAVE TO CARVE. Seeing you carve, it's, well, it's goofy is all, and they just don't know what to expect next from you.

When I'm on the road, I never let a "coming from behind me" car get closer than say half a block before I'm either just coasting straight along the far right of the road, or I'm off it getting up to the sidewalk.

Now, that said, once I get my Roadster, look out, because I'm going to claim my right to the road just a bit longer on average, why?, because I'll be able to dig in and really grip it and rip it with those rubber tires, and the streets will be a new found trikking freedom.

I know I'm going to push it too much from time to time, and I'm expecting some beer cans hurled at me or a cop-stop. Price of introducing a new technology, methinks.

Edg