I'm going to stick my neck above the parapet here, 'cos I think it's a tad naff, I'm afraid!!
Like a pair of white stilettos & copious amounts of fake tan on an Essex blonde, pimping your tricycle belongs on an obscure Sky channel somewhere, where bored pre-pubescent schoolboys can point & stare.
Or where your homey's can check out your ride innit, and walk about with jean waistlines showing too much bike parking.
Good God, man. This is a Morgan doncha know.. A conveyance of character, a vehicle for pretence villainy & a formula of wood, aluminium (with an 'i' Uncle Sam..) and tweed, where flat caps and leather elbows are de rigeur for the young fillies agape at the dastardly deeds of drivers who don't have to try too hard.
On the other hand, make them flash & they'll be cool..
