On my usual trip along the curvy & hilly road, I came to blind corner and there was white 3 wheel Spyder leaning hard on the outer wheel coming towards me.
He was really pushing hard
, and it really surprised me as I have only seen a few and only on the highway and ridden by Old F*arts like me.
I watched him in the mirror and my eyeballs popped out !
He was a paraplegic as he had a wheelchair mounted on a frame above where the pillion seat is. The 3 wheeler bike was pretty new and so was his white helmet and leathers from what I could briefly see.
With all the white on him, I'd say he was a SMIDSY victim.
Just shows if you really want something you can, with help, overcome a life changing event and still carry on with something that is so important to you.
It's the little things that are hard, finding the right servo to fill up for instance.
The time he (I guess he was he) would take to get off the bike would mean you would have to carry your own spare fuel in the bikes front boot section (trunk for you Yanks & Canucks), or arrange for the usual 1 only Console Operator to come out, fill your tank for you, take your cash etc.
Perhaps his partner would refuel it later for him, and he only rides a distance which is in the fuel tank range.
Good luck to him,
and Mate, made my day just seeing that Spyder in full flight.