“my Friend My Friend... Are you free on Sat..Im Thinkin about Something man and i think only you will be bold enough to pull it off with me..So tell you Piece of Puke Are you Ready??”, that was what I was told by a best friend. It seemed that I was the only one with balls of steel to do that something, I was the only fool hearted, strong willed dumb head that was ready to actually pull this off with him….this guy obviously looked up to me in some weird ass way…the only catch was I was free to do this on a Sunday rather than a Saturday.
Day of the week not being an issue, we agreed to meet at his place in the after noon and take it from there. So I reach his place by late afternoon, everything is ok, as it should be, I get a warm welcome, some amazing home made cake to chew on and voila we were ready to do the deed.
He takes his keys. We get down. Walk upto the car marked with a big red capital ‘L’.
I was the only man willing and crazy enough to sit with him while he practiced his driving skills on the road in real life. Having being tutored a little by me and a lot by a very distinguished German uncle. It was an under statement that we thought he was ready.
I told him to get in the car and take it a little ahead before I sat in. I wanted to see how comfortable he was with his car. After satisfying myself and telling him that he was a little of his left side judgments. I got in his car. It was the weirdest thing. Normally I was always the designated driver, and suddenly things have changed. I am in the passenger sit next to him and feeling proud of him driving like a big brother, him the being the little one :D.
And so started a journey to be never forgotten, his first drive around the beautiful city of Mumbai. At this point I would like to point out that the beautiful part consists of the roads being completely empty and devoid of any and all rickshaws, they are like little pests scurrying around and wrecking havoc in the city.
We were out in the open, we were out on his first drive out, and then we came to a stop. We were at his first ever traffic signal. Sitting in the drivers seat he asks me how do you come to know when is one suppose to stop and when is one suppose to move ahead. I explain the whole concept of the red and green lights. And we are moving ahead, we had to make a pit stop at the fuel pump, where instead of opening the fuel lid he opens up the hood. Next thing we know we are driving down to the suburbs for a cup of coffee.
The next signal we stop at he mutters an insightful little statement that never occurred to me, he sits and stares at the signal, saying “You know man, traffic signals are the weirdest things….How on earth am I suppose to know when to stop and when to go?....”
PS: we found this rickshaw with a sign saying “TOO FAST TOO FURES” (rickshaw=three wheeler pests)
Day of the week not being an issue, we agreed to meet at his place in the after noon and take it from there. So I reach his place by late afternoon, everything is ok, as it should be, I get a warm welcome, some amazing home made cake to chew on and voila we were ready to do the deed.
He takes his keys. We get down. Walk upto the car marked with a big red capital ‘L’.
I was the only man willing and crazy enough to sit with him while he practiced his driving skills on the road in real life. Having being tutored a little by me and a lot by a very distinguished German uncle. It was an under statement that we thought he was ready.
I told him to get in the car and take it a little ahead before I sat in. I wanted to see how comfortable he was with his car. After satisfying myself and telling him that he was a little of his left side judgments. I got in his car. It was the weirdest thing. Normally I was always the designated driver, and suddenly things have changed. I am in the passenger sit next to him and feeling proud of him driving like a big brother, him the being the little one :D.
And so started a journey to be never forgotten, his first drive around the beautiful city of Mumbai. At this point I would like to point out that the beautiful part consists of the roads being completely empty and devoid of any and all rickshaws, they are like little pests scurrying around and wrecking havoc in the city.
We were out in the open, we were out on his first drive out, and then we came to a stop. We were at his first ever traffic signal. Sitting in the drivers seat he asks me how do you come to know when is one suppose to stop and when is one suppose to move ahead. I explain the whole concept of the red and green lights. And we are moving ahead, we had to make a pit stop at the fuel pump, where instead of opening the fuel lid he opens up the hood. Next thing we know we are driving down to the suburbs for a cup of coffee.
The next signal we stop at he mutters an insightful little statement that never occurred to me, he sits and stares at the signal, saying “You know man, traffic signals are the weirdest things….How on earth am I suppose to know when to stop and when to go?....”
PS: we found this rickshaw with a sign saying “TOO FAST TOO FURES” (rickshaw=three wheeler pests)
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