Trike Patrol Merilyn ✭ < LATEST >

She doesn't hang up a badge. There is none. She simply locks her sidecar, kisses a photo of her late husband, and boils water for instant coffee.

Her trike allows her to do what no patrol car can: stop instantly, squeeze through a two-foot gap, and have a conversation at eye level with a sitting child or a disabled elder. “In a car, you’re behind glass, behind a badge,” she explains. “On this trike, I’m just Merilyn. People tell me things. They point. They complain about the pothole. They show me the lost dog flyer.” trike patrol merilyn