Sophia’s trike was an extension of herself—practical, resourceful, and a little stubborn. The cargo box behind her seat held an eclectic toolkit: a first-aid kit, a roll of duct tape, spare batteries, a thermos of coffee, and a stack of hand-scrawled postcards listing community resources. On Saturdays she swapped the thermos for a crate of fresh pastries bought with tips from the neighborhood deli. On rainy nights she fit a clear canopy to her frame and became, to those who waited at bus stops, a beacon of warmth.