I’m bombing down a hill, hands gripped for dear life. The ground rushes past, mere inches beneath my seat. Then, against instinct, I crank the bars hard left, expecting the worst.
Instead of launching from the cockpit I’m still rushing down the pavement, spinning effortlessly and endlessly – spinning like a top. I feel like Mario on his famous video game go-kart, skidding on a banana peel.
Traction from my rear wheels is nonexistent, yet with a slight turn of the handlebars I’m controlling the drift, twisting and turning down the rest of the hill.
Drift Triking
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Motorized And Electronic Drift Trikes


