Ever notice the pro racers of the Trike Era? 130 lbs, 5'7" on a 250 tinger, that's plenty!
People don't want to have to work for something, they think if they pay for a fast quad, they don't have to do anything to it. In the end, money will always win over pride, and these people with these 10 grand quads, and 13 grand and up side by sides will always rub it in the faces of those who don't.
But I'll be damned if we see much of this newer stuff around in 20+ years. That's why you can easily find a tractor from the 40s or 50s still out working in the fields, but repair shops are FULL of new stuff with everything but the cupholders and air conditioning vents broke.
This is my trike. There are many like it but this one is mine. My trike is my best friend, and it is my life. I must master it as I must master myself. My trike without me is useless. Without my trike, I am useless. I must ride my trike true. My trike and I know that what counts is not the amount of miles we ride, but the time we ride together. My trike is human in it's own ways, therefore I will learn it as my brother. I will learn it's weaknesses, it's strengths, it's parts, and it's soul.