My electric tricycle: a "treasure car" that shuttles through the alleys of London

After moving to the suburbs of London, I discovered that an electric tricycle can solve many "little troubles" in life. When I went to buy ingredients, I could only carry milk, bread and heavy potatoes to the subway station. I always felt that my arms were about to be broken by a plastic bag and my fingers were also purple. Now it’s different, so I threw the shopping bag into the tricycle bucket - by the way, I specially added a layer of tarp to the truck. Last time I bought frozen pizza, I still steamed when I got home! Just twist the handlebars and walk slowly home. You can't even hear the noisy engine sounds of traditional motorcycles when climbing the hills. When you pass by the neighbor's garden, you can still say hello to Mrs. Smith, who is watering flowers. She always says, "Your car is quieter than Tom's mower."

What surprised me the most was that it was "not picking the way". There are several old alleys near my home, paved with stone roads a hundred years ago. The car is careful to drive in and is afraid of scraping the chassis. The bicycle is uncomfortable when riding, but the electric tricycle has wide wheels and stable shock absorption. Last time I took my 10-kilogram Corgi to the veterinary clinic, the little guy was still able to sleep in the car bucket, without making any noise - later I simply put a small blanket in the car bucket, and now as soon as I opened the garage door, it jumped inside by itself. Moreover, charging tricycles is also easy to save trouble. I usually park it in the garage at night and plug in an ordinary power socket. The next morning, it will be fully charged, and it will be charged twice a week. The electricity bill is cheaper than taking the bus three times. It is so friendly to ordinary families like us who are careful and careful.

On weekends, it can also be transformed into a "distance tool". Last month my wife and I drove it to Riverside Park 3 miles away with a picnic mat, sandwich and a bottle of red wine, avoiding traffic jams on the main road – you know, the M25 highway can be crazy over the weekend. It slowly drove along the path by the river, and the wind smelled of grass, which was much more comfortable than sitting in a closed car. When we arrived at the park, we parked our car under the shade of the tree. The truck was just enough to serve food on a small table. Passersby also asked where we bought the car, saying that it looked more flexible than a camper and more a bicycle than a bicycle. By the way, I also installed a small hook on the handlebars, which is very convenient when I buy coffee or hold newspapers.

To be honest, in a city like London with bustling streets and narrow alleys, electric tricycles are like "universal helpers" - they can handle it by buying groceries on a daily basis, sending children to nearby nurseries, and relaxing in the suburbs on weekends. It is more flexible than a car that is stuck in traffic when it is not moving; it is easier than a bicycle that requires effortless pedaling. Now it has become an indispensable member of our family. Every morning when you see it parked at the door, you will know that no matter what you want to do, you will be smooth.

It’s better to act than to be moved, so I ask who doesn’t want to own such a “virtuous” tricycle?