My fuel-powered three-wheeled self-unloading heavy motorcycle and I are truly a pair of “lively and amusing combination” in the streets and alleys. The interesting stories we have experienced together can all be compiled into a “Treasure Book of Anecdotes about Three-wheeled Self-unloading Motorcycles” that will make people laugh their heads off.

As soon as this motorcycle appears, it’s just like a “personality pioneer” that has rushed out of the comic world. The three wheels support the vehicle body霸气地 (domineeringly), as if loudly declaring: “Don’t look down on me just because I have fewer wheels. I have great abilities!” The self-unloading cargo box is square and regular, just like a giant treasure chest ready to “show its full strength” at any time. Every time I mount it, I instantly feel like I’ve transformed into an invincible warrior about to go to war, although in reality, I’m just driving it to transport goods among the streets and alleys of the city and the rural paths. Once, I parked at the entrance of an elementary school waiting for someone. A group of primary school students, as if they had discovered something new and interesting, immediately surrounded the motorcycle tightly. A little boy wearing a red scarf was full of wonder and shouted loudly, “Wow, uncle, is this the secret transportation war vehicle in the super team, specially used to transport weapons to defeat the monsters?” When I heard that beside them, I almost burst out laughing. Ever since then, when I look at my motorcycle again, hey, it really does have a bit of the air of a secret weapon transportation vehicle.

When starting up, it’s like a small mammoth that has been awakened, making a highly impactful “putt-putt-putt” sound. That sound seems to be able to penetrate the air. Compared with those silent electric vehicles, it’s simply like a heavy metal band holding a passionate concert. Once, when waiting for the green light at a busy market intersection, there was a small electric skateboard parked beside me. It started up as quietly as a sleeping cat. Then I looked at my fuel-powered three-wheeled self-unloading heavy motorcycle. The moment it started, the commotion was so loud that I felt the surrounding ground trembling slightly. As soon as the green light came on, I coolly twisted the throttle, and my “street strongman” shot out like an arrow leaving the bow, nimbly and swiftly shuttling through the traffic flow and leaving that electric skateboard far behind. The owner of the electric skateboard was probably so stunned that his jaw almost dropped, and he must have been thinking in his heart: “Where did this three-wheeled guy get so much energy?” At that moment, I felt as if I was driving a supercar, freely galloping on the street track, and my pride almost soared to the sky.

However, this cute little thing will occasionally throw a small tantrum. Once, when delivering goods to a remote rural area, I loaded a full truck of daily necessities. When I reached the destination, I happily pressed the self-unloading button, thinking that I could unload the goods easily. But the motorcycle was like a child throwing a tantrum, and the cargo box didn’t move at all. I was so anxious that I was sweating all over. I quickly got off the motorcycle and checked it front and back, inside and out. I was so out of breath from exhaustion, but I still couldn’t find the problem. Just when I was in a complete mess, an old man passing by walked over slowly, circled around the motorcycle a few times, and said with a smile, “Young man, is your treasure ‘famished’? I’m afraid it’s out of fuel and doesn’t have the strength to lift the cargo box.” I slapped my forehead. Oh dear, I was so focused on getting to my destination that I completely forgot about refueling. I smiled awkwardly and quickly borrowed fuel from the nearby farmers. After refueling, the motorcycle immediately regained its vitality, and the cargo box unloaded smoothly with a “whoosh”, as if saying to me proudly: “Hmph, let’s see if you dare to be so careless in the future and starve me until I go on strike!”

Its self-unloading function is even more astonishing. Once, when helping a friend clean up a warehouse piled high with sundries, that pile of sundries was like a small mountain. I originally thought it would take me a whole day to carry them one by one with great difficulty. But with my fuel-powered three-wheeled self-unloading heavy motorcycle, I loaded all the things onto the motorcycle at once. When I arrived at the garbage station and pressed the button, the cargo box tilted, and all the things poured out instantly. My friend stood beside me, gaping in astonishment, and couldn’t help exclaiming, “Your motorcycle is amazing! It’s simply Doraemon’s magical pocket. It can hold anything and can be cleaned with just one button. It’s so awesome!” As I drove the motorcycle, I felt like an all-powerful super cleaning master, carrying a full load of “cleaning achievements” and heading towards the next “battlefield”.

The days spent with my fuel-powered three-wheeled self-unloading heavy motorcycle are full of laughter and unexpected surprises. Although it doesn’t have a luxurious appearance or high-end configurations, in my heart, it is the most capable and lovely partner. It accompanies me as I move forward with a “putt-putt-putt” sound on the road of life. Who knows, maybe someday it will create even more hilarious stories that will make people laugh until they shed tears!