Storm POV
Riding the trike was both fun and a little scary. My feet tried to change gears, and hunt for the foot brake that isn't there all the time. I chose to take the longer route to the clubhouse, adding an extra five minutes to my journey and staying out of the town centre for now, to enjoy the ride a tad longer. Even with the frustration of using hand controls, the ride was still enjoyable and smooth. Cloe was right, this was the better choice for our first official meeting with the gang as new members. I was already signed in as president; the ceremony was for members to participate and party. Jib had brought the paperwork over to our place and got the legal stuff out of the way, so on the party day, all that was needed was to receive our cut.
The club came into view, already pack
