Three wheelers aren’t just for hillbillies. They’re for city boys who don’t know what the hell they’re doing.
The first time I drove a vehicle was in elementary school. I was probably 9 or 10? My friend Eric had gotten a three-wheeler, and we were in an alley behind a liquor store near his house.
Having never ridden one before, I did like the movies, and cranked the throttle with my right hand.
RRRRRRRRRRrrrrAAAAAAAAAAA
The front wheel lifts up, and the whole thing leaps forward. Being completely surprised, I let go and fell off onto the ground – right on my ass.
The three wheeler bounced to a quick stop, and Eric was doubled over laughing. As soon as he could maintain composure, he ran up and immediately asked, “How did you DO that?!? I’ve been trying to do that FOREVER!!”
So that was the first time I drove a vehicle.
