In my family’s garage, there is a gasoline-powered three-wheeled fully-enclosed cargo truck, which is the “naughty one” in our family. When my dad brought it back from the second-hand car market, he looked like he had found a rare treasure. But who would have thought that this little guy would bring us a series of stories that made us both angry and amused later on.

When we first saw it, the body of the truck was as if it had been randomly doodled by a group of “art oddballs”. It was so colorful that it was dazzling. Paired with a crooked windshield wiper, it was just like a street wandering artist. I even joked with my dad, “Dad, you’ve brought home a truck that seems to have run out of a fairy tale world!” My dad just chuckled and said, “This is what we call unique. You’ll know its goodness later.”

Once, my dad took on a job of transporting fruits. Before we set off, we carefully carried boxes of fruits into the truck. The scene was like feeding a gluttonous little monster with delicious food. Not long after we hit the road, the truck started to “cause trouble”. The engine made a strange “gurgling” sound, just like a person with indigestion protesting in their stomach. My dad quickly stopped the truck to check it. After fiddling around for a long time, he didn’t find anything wrong. Just as he was about to start again, it made a few “puff puff puff” sounds, as if it was laughing at our panic.

With great difficulty, we reached the destination and were ready to unload the goods. But the back door of the truck seemed to be under a spell and wouldn’t open no matter what. My dad was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He pulled and tugged at the door, constantly muttering, “My little ancestor, open the door quickly. Don’t delay things!” Watching from the side, I couldn’t help but lend a hand. However, the door still didn’t budge. Finally, my dad had a brainwave. He gently patted the door and said, “Be good and open the door quickly.” Hey, guess what? The door actually opened slowly, as if it was playing a joke on us and would only be obedient after my dad coaxed it.

Another time, we drove it to the suburbs to send some daily necessities to our relatives. On the way, it suddenly rained. My dad turned on the windshield wiper, thinking he could deal with it easily. But the windshield wiper was like a drunken dancer, moving left and right, completely off the normal track. It not only didn’t wipe the rain clean but also scratched a series of strange patterns on the car window, making my dad’s vision even more blurred. I laughed so hard that tears came out. My dad said helplessly, “I’m afraid this windshield wiper also wants to add some fun to our journey.”

As time goes by, although this gasoline-powered three-wheeled fully-enclosed cargo truck is “naughty and troublesome” from time to time, it has also brought us a lot of unique joys in our lives. Every time I see it, those interesting experiences come to my mind like a movie playing. It has long become an indispensable part of our family life. Even if one day it really retires, we will always remember this “naughty guy” that has brought us countless laughs.