Wife had two sisters. One sister and her husband bought a couple three wheelers for their kids to run on the family farm. The farm kids and our daughters ran the three wheelers all over the farm for months without incident. Had a family reunion on the farm. Sister number three showed up with her hellions. Wrecked both three wheelers in less than two hours. Including turning one upside down on a pregnant passenger.
Like the old saying "It's the Indian, not the bow...", with three wheelers, many (most?) of the issues were the BIKER, not the bike.
