Thanks jeepster. Will definitely be doing up a roll cage. Not sure about the FFRA at this point of time.
So far I have managed to buy the Jeep and drive it from Pune to Bangalore; an open, topless Jeep!
A friend of mine accompanied me on this drive. We have been comrades-in-arms in all our hare brained schemes and misadventures on two and four wheels alike. Thanks, Abhi. Without your help it wouldn't have been possible for me go through with all this.
The day I got delivery of the Jeep I got it checked out by Tarkesh’s mechanic. We carried out some maintenance/repair work like radiator flushing, added coolant (radiator had water only), speedometer cable replacement, and general tightening of all nuts and bolts .
The amp meter was found to be faulty causing the electricals to misbehave. It was replaced by a very competent electrician who also installed a 12v socket for charging mobile phones and such.
A topless Jeep, belly full of food, moonlit night, open highway, tank full of fuel; sounds like stuff that dreams are made of. Right?
Wrong.The ecstasy of the experience was rivaled by the brain-numbing, freezing winds that buffeted our bodies. And the MM550 was not too far behind in doing short work of all normal human expectations and notions of ‘ride comfort’ .
But being the brave man I am, err was I foolhardy or brave? I cannot remember since I haven’t fully recovered from the freezing, drying, numbing, rumbling, shaking, buffeting, frighteningly thunderous assault on my brain, body and all the other senses I had claimed to be in complete possession and control of before embarking on the Pune- Bangalore drive.
Ah, I hope the purists here do not strangle me with a tow rope for committing such a blasphemous act of desecrating the holy grail of all the available Indian Jeeps. Well, it is definitely the holy grail of Jeeps for me. I am sure some wouldn’t agree.
But, I must confess that the only component/s that underperformed on this drive were the two nuts in the front two seats of the Jeep.
Now that I am done with the exaggeration part
, let me state the facts that it is tiring to drive at slow speeds over large distances. The ride is bumpy and harsh but not unbearable. Definitely not something that would knock a young man’s or a fit man’s dental fillings out. I am using ‘man’ only for convenience of expression and not being a chauvinist.
Near Dharwad, we did try fabricating a make-shift soft top for the Jeep with an old car cover and lots of nylon thread/rope. It only ended up buffeting and flapping violently and kept on slapping my head so violently that I was in considerable amount of pain.
I am damn sure that the sot top guise was completely unacceptable to the car cover and it tried with every threadbare fiber of its being to escape the confines of the Jeep. It tried to become an aerofoil and did emulate the infamous Zeppelin for a while. The soft top definitely had a mind, schemes of its own and the strength of a hundred elephants. How else can a cover, with 15 kilos of rope tying it down, muster enough strength to flipper-slap the Jeep’s inmates a thousand times in a few kilometers?
My friend being short was almost out of the reach of the slaps. But being taller I could not avoid the ‘cover slaps’ even while crouching over the steering wheel.
I haven’t ever been on the main mast of a sailing yatch or a hot air balloon. But I do know, now, what it might sound like up there. I am pretty sure my make-shift soft top was creating enough lift to reduce the contact patch of the massive army tires. Now I have a new found respect for the soft top and its craftsmen. After 25-30 kms of driving under the unerringly accurate onslaught of the 'top slaps', I decided enough was enough and cut the ropes and set the soft top, err, car cover free.
I used a Puma soft top for the remainder of the journey.