Trike | Patrol Sarah

The custom trike hummed beneath her, a low, electric thrum that vibrated through her boots. Three wide, puncture-proof tires gave it the stability of a small car, while the sleek, silent motor allowed her to glide like a ghost. A flag on a flexible whip snapped in the sea breeze: PATROL .

Sarah stopped the trike, planted her boots on the deck, and waited. A pelican drifted overhead. The waves crashed below. trike patrol sarah

The sun hammered down on the cracked asphalt of the boardwalk, baking the salt spray into a sticky film. For most, it was a day for ice cream and shade. For Sarah, it was a shift. The custom trike hummed beneath her, a low,