I have been tricycle ride all over the world: from Switzerland to Indonesia and from Vietnam to Malaysia. And they have many names: rickshaw, trishaw or beca in Malaysia. I courted my wife on one. I got married with one and I took my baby around town in one. In short, they are very dear to my heart. I have been using many means of transport but nothing comes close to a tricycle ride (okay, maybe an elephant ride in India). For me the main attraction lies in the slowness of the tricycle that let’s me appreciate the sights and smells of the city. Recently I boarded a beca in Georgetown, Malaysia, and did a twilight ride while holding my baby. She equally liked the ride. While riding around the old town of Georgetown a very distinctive and pungent smell caught my nose: the famed and equally despised Durian fruit that is banned in any form of transport in Singapore because of its strong smell. But on my beca it brought back fond memories.