Trike Patrol Merilyn (2026)

A trike isn’t a motorcycle. It doesn’t lean into corners. It grumbles through them. It sits lower, wider, more stubborn. You can’t chase a speeding sedan on three wheels. But you don’t have to. Merilyn’s job isn’t pursuit. It’s witness .

She calls the trike “Louise.”

Last spring, a stolen forklift tried to run her trike off Pier 9. She didn’t swerve. She just turned on her floodlight, full beam in the driver’s eyes, and sat there. The forklift hit a pothole and died. The driver ran. Merilyn finished her coffee, then called it in. Trike Patrol Merilyn