It took me about 1000 miles to stop my very well trained 2 wheel brain from screaming at me "this is all wrong". It was amazingly difficult, although it only took 50 miles, to stop wanting to put my feet down at stops. Long embedded instinct trumped knowledge.This is just my thoughts i don't like the way the trike steers and it is raked.I guess i'm just use to 2 wheels
Do I miss the supreme feel of swooshing around a turn, leaned over? Sure. But I wouldn't trade that for the freedom from worry when a bit of sand or water appears on the road. And the ability to do slow speed maneuvering effortlessly. To pull onto a beat up dirt shoulder, or go through a nasty unpaved construction zone, without fear. Not having to hold the darn thing up at stops is a bonus.
On a 900 pound long distance touring bike, an extra wheel may be the hot setup.