I came off the assembly line as the 3rd child in a family of 5. I belonged to the brand, shared the name, but was never made welcome. I was the 5th wheel that dragged the four wheeler down. It didn’t matter how many times the tires got rotated. My mere existence made the tread wear thin. My tach spun faster. My tires were stickier. The mix was choking, but I didn’t stay till we all ran out of gas. After finally being scrapped, I evolved and rebuilt myself as a one wheeler. I once and for all pulled away from the four wheels that had been dragging me down. I am now an independent supercar. There is no friction from extra rubber on the pavement unless, of course, I want my sticky tires hugging the pavement at top speed. I only wish I had reached my top speed decades earlier!