Once Upon a Time...
(written by Margaret Wauer, Adelaide SA)
Once upon a time in the southern land of Nevernever, (why we
call it Nevernever will become apparent as we go,) the Beautiful Princess (BP)
and the Handsome Prince (HP) (okay Guys, a little bit of poetic licence here)
were having a mid life crisis. The BP said to the HP, "Since you retired
you've been a real pain in the hiney; buy yourself a two wheeled steed and ride
forth. Give me peace to eat chocolate and read books….." So off they went
in the pursuit of happiness. The HP isn't as young as he used to be. Two wheeled
steeds are very large and very heavy; not to mention the fact that the BP took
one look at the pillion seat and said, "No way Jose, I'm NOT riding on the
back of THAT." Then she had a really neat idea. "I've got a really
neat idea" she said, "Why don't you buy a steed with THREE
wheels?" The BP and the HP had seen a beautiful three-wheeled purple vision
in the shopping centre car park in the eons past and they had drooled over its
magnificence.
They tracked down a nobleman in a far off land. (Anybody who
thinks Gawler isn't a far off land has never made the trip from Morphett Vale.)  His
name was Prince Peter The Pleasant. He and his Lady Suzi had a wondrous Red
Rebel steed, which they permitted the HP and BP to take for a ride and they were
both so awed by the experience that they immediately signed the parchment to
order a three-wheeled steed for themselves, from a horse provider called Bon
Trike in Sydney. This was on the 17th day of April in the year 2002 and it was
promised that the steed would be delivered with all its bells 'n' whistles
within 6-8 weeks.
They were so excited!
 They
purchased shiny black helmets (the BP said she looked like a short, shiny black
mushroom, but that was ok 'cos nobody could see her face anyway) and an intercom
that the HP could switch off and not listen to the BP when she told him to slow
down, and they were ready! They were ready. They were ready……….even
training in their drawing room while viewing re-runs of "Stone".
We all know what happened then. The Bon Trike stud closed
their stable and the HP and BP were steedless and also just a tad concerned. The
Bon Trike horse provider had ALL their roubles and they weren't going to be able
to feed their little prince and princesses. (So, ok, the little prince and
princesses are all big enough to feed themselves - but who's telling this
story!?)
Fortunately, since the Mafia doesn't list its hit men in the
Yellow Pages, the roubles were returned - but they were still steedless; where
were they going to be able to purchase the answer to the mid-life crisis which
was getting bigger by the minute??
Enter Rewaco Pty Ltd and Titan Trikes………
Was this the answer to their steedless state??
A couple of months and they would be riding off into the
sunset.
Okay. MORE than a couple of months……… They'd waited this
long, hadn't they? What was October, November, December, January, February and
into March 2003?
"Worse case scenario" (unquote) the Handsome Prince
would collect his new steed at the Ulysses Club AGM, Mudgee in the far off NSW,
and he would ride it home in triumph!!
Sir Peter The Pleasant and Lord Lez (with a 'z') of Let (as in
Let-me-redo-your-kitchen) arrived to take the HP to Cowra and Mudgee. 
The HP had set up his newly acquired trailer (cart before the
horse???) with his own little yellow steed, but Prince Peter The Pleasant said
that they would never be able to keep up with his pedal power…..
"We'll never be able to keep up with your pedal power HP.
Perhaps you should ride behind me on the Red Rebel…"
And off they went to have a really good time with all the
other steed owners. (By the way, Prince Pete, your scoring system of the fairer
sex leaves a lot to be desired. Wait til you have 'us females' with you, we'll
show you what scoring is all about.)
The HP met lots of good people, had a really good time, and it
was good.
But, as is often the case in fairy tales, some days are
diamonds and some days are bloody awful big rocks. The 'worse case scenario' was
not to be and the HP did not ride his new steed home from Mudgee.
All was not as it appeared to be. You get that. The HP rang
his BP on his communication device and said, "All is not as it appeared to
be." The BP was a wee bit put out and double checked the Yellow Pages for
the Mafia Hitmen. Drat. But the HP said "Never Fear my dear, one day you
WILL go to the ball."
(NOW you know why we call this place the Nevernever Land,
huh??)
 But
look! Over the horizon rode The Three Triketeers!
It was Sir Rhino the Raging (aka "The Mad German"),
Lord Leon and the Earl of Gary, coming to save the HP and the BP in their hour
of trouble. Sir Rhino the Raging said, "We will save you HP and BP in your
hour of trouble. We will build you a magnificent steed the like of which has
never been seen, the like of which will never come again. We will build this
magnificent creature and it will be yours and it will be good. Plus it will cost
less roubles."
And so they wait, our HP and BP, but THIS time they wait with
thoughts that this time, the steed will arrive, and they will trike off into the
sunset together, to ride happily ever after…….. (Except of course, for the
times when the BP stays home by herself, in peace, to eat chocolate and read
books - drink and be merry.)
THE END.
ALMOST…… (To really find out the conclusion to
this not so fairy tale, return to this page for updates and log onto the Trikes
Australia
group at yahoo.com)
A very big thank you to Prince Pete the Pleasant, Lord Rhino
the Raging, Leon, Gary and all out there who have posted messages of support. We
appreciate your help. The HP and the BP WILL ride at last!
Ollie and Margaret
 
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