LOL!
The story behind the trike I've got is pretty good... well ... I think it is anyway...
My father, his father and his grandfather had took a ride to a general store. My dad decides to climb on the trike and starts riding it around... well... time comes to leave he does what most kids that age would do... refuses to get off the trike. So... his grandfather pays for the trike and picks it up with my dad still sitting on it and carries it out to the truck and sets him on the front seat. My dad rode the entire trip home steering the trike on the front seat of the truck acting like he was driving.
My dad rode it, his younger brother rode it, all of his cousins that used to come spend the summer rode it as well as any visiting children... My older brother rode it, I rode it, my lil brother rode it... My step sisters son has ridden it... and half the kids in the neighborhood that my dad was living in last year rode it...
When my father made his will it was the only thing I asked for... He went ahead and gave it to me this past Christmas.