To where we would return 3 times! At first the gearbox seal was resealed following quite a blatent leak etc etc long story short it turns out that most of Tiny Rick's problems were stemming from a tiny bit of fluff in one of the carburetor's jets.
Upon arrival in Goa we found ourselves our third and final mechanics of the trip. So we took the decision to stick the tuks on the back of some trucks and skip a potentially quite dull part of the journey. The engine mount was replaced in the morning then we were back on our way.įollowing his second visit to the mechanic after a catastrophic engine failure (and being pushed up a hill by the mechanics foot whilst driving the other rickshaw) Tiny Rick came out with a new exhaust silencer, new dampers, a complete top up of gearbox oil, lots of grease and his accelerator cable re-jigged.īy the time we made it to Ahmednagar we knew Tiny Rick couldn't survive much longer without a trip to the mechanics and that Goa was still some 750km away. Needless to say a few Km from our intended place of rest - Tiny Rick's entire engine mount sheared! We nursed him to accommodation in the dark (again) held together by wire and cable ties. This would be the case - were it not for the infinite amount of speed bumps varying from the single bumps to the terrifying six no. This, you are thinking must have been kind to our little rickshaws compared to offroading. On our trip between Jhabua and Dhule, our ricks clocked up quite a few offroad miles as well as about 100km of highways. More on Night time driving later.Īfter her first fix, Gerty caused very little trouble for the rest of the trip.
This meant it was down to Tiny Rick and his crew to tow Gerty the remainder of the way to Jodhpur. However since it was Sunday at about 17.30pm, we would need to make our way to Jodhpur regardless to get it fixed. So when Gertys clutch went on the first day, it was safe to say we were going to need som assistance. Now beyond the three obvious problems: Air and Compression Fuel and Ignition - we were going to be at a loss to fix any deeper problems than these. About 200km of the 260km journey to Jodhpur, Gerty gave up completely. However, it was not Tiny Rick that struck the first problem. It was clear from the outset that our Rickshaw, aptly named "Tiny Rick" - was considerably less powerful than our counterparts little machine named "Gerty". And much to my delight rickshaws lie in a nice middle-ground of having a bit of both and if you are ballsy enough you can usually stop a car from claiming its right of way…!īeyond these are your stray dogs, goats, people, cyclists and general debris. However motorbikes beat cars and rickshaws on maneuverability, so can squeeze into all the gaps and so gain advantage in slow, busy traffic and can go around most speed bumps. Cars beat rickshaws and bikes in size, so gain right of way. When it comes to cars, rickshaws and bikes - there becomes somewhat of a rock, paper scissors affair. maniacal, insane, high-speed buses! Buses would overtake a car that was overtaking a rickshaw, going uphill on a blind corner without thinking twice scary when you are in a tin can on wheels. Next and for completely different reasons comes buses….
I found it was best to aim for their butts as I rarely saw cows moving backwards. Cows, standing in the middle of a state highway, basically not giving a fuck. There is no need to check your blind spots, you simply honk and manoeuvre and hope the person behind reacts accordingly.Īt the top of this hierarchy lie COWS. The term ‘cutting someone up’ doesn’t exist in Indian culture, you have simply acted first.
And most surprisingly of all - no-one is getting angry everyone just gets on with it. Traffic lights are an utter free-4-all, overtaking does not have to happen one at a time, sometimes four vehicles will simultaneously overtake each other. There are often people driving on the hard shoulder towards you - from a cyclist to a truck, people will overtake you only to stop in front of you a few metres later.
#Mustdashe game free free#
I have grown to love the simplicity that lies within the chaos of Indian roads there are few rules, there is a hierarchy to adhere to so that you don’t die, but beyond that you are free to do what you like. Two weeks later - I had never been so calm about driving around in rush hour traffic, tooting my horn merrily as I overtake a tractor and motorbike, narrowly squeezing past the oncoming bus or lorry with inches to spare. I remember sitting in the minibus after arriving in Dehli staring out the window in utter disbeleif at the complete cluster-fuck of chaotic traffic, wondering - how on earth we would ever survive in these road conditions!
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