On campus it sat and sat because the damn thing was so heavy and mechanically uncontrollable. Months passed when the day I had anticipated occurred, the trike went missing. (come on, the trike is awesome, it didn't go un-noticed) To give myself some leigh-way for my search I went to UAPD to file my property stolen in case I ever saw it again.
Another couple months went by when I was leaving campus via Harmon to Center and there it was...chained up with a different seat on it. I tell you, I was happy as Pee Wee at the end of his big adventure. I called UAPD to come cut his chain and give me back my trike. After a week and a half things were resolved and the trike was safe in my garage.
What really bothers me is that I put fliers in the Union, art building, Kimpel, and various other locations; and Petty had apparently not been too shy about cruising around town on the trike, yet no body ever once called about it. Uppity citizens seem to be taking advantage of the situation to ride upon their high horse of morality.
so the moral of the story is: take care of your crap.
