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Fat Trike?


 A short chain of events had led me in a new direction in my hunt for a trike.  I had been trawling the net for a cheap Greenspeed trike with no luck. According to Gumtree there are few inches Greenspeeds in Australia, well that anyone wants to part with.  The few that do come up are either in Melbourne, Adelaide or Perth.  So the distances to these cities maker it difficult to just pop down and have a gander.  

My search did uncover a GT3, or was that a GT3? It was listed as "like new" for $1700. But Mr Recumbent later advised it had been sold AND that he didn't ship used bikes interstate. Scratch him from the list.  

Anyway,  I'm  not sure how it happened but i suspect it was through one of those advertising pop ups, that i saw a fat tyred recumbent. Whoa! I'm a fair bit smitten.    

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