I love my trike with an A

I love my trike with an A because it makes anywhere accessible. Additionally, it is affecting my assertiveness amazingly. I hate it with an A because argh! my arse! All that admitted – Allez! Allez! Allez!

#ilovemybike with a B because otherwise the hashtag won’t pick it up. Down with this two-wheeled exclusivity!

I love my trike with a C because it carries copious cargo on my commute.

I love my trike with a D, dashing downhill 😀

I love my trike with an E because it enhances my eccentricity. Its name is Epona and I bought it from eBay. I extol Evans. Excelsior!

I love my trike with an F because it is teaching me to swear.

I love my trike with a G for the goslings on the green and the gregarious guys who greet me on the road to Guildford.

I love my trike with an H, in spite of hailstorms, headwinds, harassment and honking.

I love my trike with an I because it gives me my independence.

I love my trike with a J because I can jog around the jams. And I don’t jump the red.

I love my trike with a K, and count in kilometres.

I love my trike with an L for liberation, looking forward to likely lungs and legs – though I’m lairy of lycra. I hate it with an L for long loud lorries – and look at my legs!

I love my trike with an M, managing the Mars Trail on Midna, making misty Monday mornings magical.

I love my trike with an N, though I bought it on the never-never so, nitpicking, it’s not mine.

I love my trike with an O; it is my obvious obsession. I hate it with an O for the obnoxious overtakers.

I love my trike with a P, because precious little else would have me parade in pink shorts. I hate it with a P because every pothole is painfully palpable. It is a Pashley.

I love my trike with a Q, because it’s quick around queues.

I love my trike with an R for the rolling English road. I hate it with an R for the rain.

I love my trike with an S for its stability swooping through Surrey, not stranded on the station waiting for South West Trains to stop being stuck at Surbiton.

I love my trike with a T for its three wheels. I hate it with a T because there is no such thing as a tailwind. It is a Tri-1. T’other is a Trailmate.

I love my trike with a U in the urban undergrowth. I hate it with a U because other users undertake me more than I ever undertake anybody, and how can this road be uphill both ways?

I love my trike with a V because I am visible. I hate it with a V for the van drivers.

I love my trike with a W when I whoosh around Woking. I hate it with a W because Walnut Tree Close is a wind tunnel, without mentioning the woeful wonder that it is the longest road in the world.

I love my trike with an X because it allows me to indulge my xenophilia and imagine exploring.

I love my trike with a Y. Its name is You Bastard.

I love my trike with a Z, zipping along with the zeitgeist, zero to zoom.