In the “garage world” of my family, there once parked an absolute “maverick hero”, a fuel-powered five-wheeled self-unloading semi-enclosed cargo truck. This is not an ordinary member from a regular “prestigious motorcade”. It was a “treasure” that my father discovered in the “mysterious corner” of the second-hand car market, just like searching for a lost treasure. When it first majestically drove into our home, its momentum was as if it had traveled through from some crazy cyberpunk world, exuding a unique charm that was both surprising and delightful, and indescribable.

Take a look at its appearance. The body of the truck is as if it were haphazardly pieced together by a group of mischievous giants. The semi-enclosed cockpit is like a shabby helmet worn askew, with almost zero ability to keep out the wind and rain. Every time it rains, the raindrops are like a group of uninvited little thieves, seeping in through the cracks from all directions and gathering into small puddles on the driver’s seat. Every time I sit in it, I feel like I’m driving a dilapidated “amphibious ship” that might sink at any moment. Once, during a torrential rainstorm, as soon as I sat in the cockpit, water started dripping “tick-tock” from the roof. Soon, the seat was soaked through. I said to my father with a mix of laughter and tears, “Dad, does this truck think it’s too dry and wants to give itself an ‘artificial rainfall’ to take a bath?”

Those five wheels each have their own “thoughts”. I don’t know where my father found these wheels. They are all different in size and pattern. When the truck is running, the sounds they make are also diverse. Some go “creak creak”, and some go “gurgle gurgle”, just like playing a chaotic “wheel symphony”. Once, when we were driving out and passed by a square, a group of aunts doing square dancing heard this sound. Surprisingly, they all stopped and started dancing a strange dance following the rhythm, thinking that we were providing them with a unique background music. My father and I were in the car, laughing so hard that our stomachs ached.

Let’s talk about its self-unloading function. It’s simply a “crazy farce”. Once, my father hauled a full truckload of sand to a construction site. When we arrived and were ready to unload the goods, in principle, as long as the button was operated, the truck bed would slowly rise and unload the goods. But our “bizarre truck” just didn’t play by the rules. As soon as the button was pressed, the truck bed first shook violently a few times, and then made a deafening “creak” sound. Then, like a drunken man, it started to rise crookedly. Before it had risen halfway, suddenly there was a loud “bang”, and the truck bed actually got stuck and stopped moving. Half of the sand spilled onto the ground, and half was still left in the truck bed. The scene was extremely embarrassing. My father was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He was knocking and hitting beside the truck, constantly muttering, “Ancestor, please work properly for me!” The surrounding workers all gathered around to watch the fun, and someone even joked, “Is this truck of yours performing acrobatics?”

When I was a child, every time I went out with my father in this truck, I felt like I was on an exciting adventure. Once, we went to deliver goods to a remote village, and on the way, we had to pass through a rough mountain road. The truck jolted violently on the mountain road, and it felt like we were playing “bungee jumping”. I was sitting in the passenger seat, being jolted up and down, feeling like I was about to fall apart. Suddenly, the truck made a sharp turn. I didn’t sit firmly and slid directly from the seat to the bottom of the truck. When I finally managed to climb up, my hair was all in a mess like a chicken coop. My father looked at my embarrassed appearance and burst out laughing, and I laughed along with him. The laughter echoed in the valley.

As time went by, this maverick truck gradually couldn’t keep up with the pace of the times, and more and more breakdowns occurred. Although my father took great care of it and often repaired it, in the end, he still had to send it to the scrap recycling station. Although it has left us, those days filled with laughter and surprises that we spent with it will always remain deep in our memories. Maybe one day, in my dream, I can once again embark on a brand new and unknown crazy adventure journey with it.