I grew up in Mumbai. I was 11 years old, in 1965 when my Dad got our first car.
That was a memorable occasion for me. One evening when I returned from school my mom had packed a bag for me and told me I was going out of town with my Dad.
The next thing I remember, I was at Santa Cruz Airport climbing the ramp to board a Viscount aircraft of Indian Airlines- my very first air trip! My Dad told me we were bound for Hyderabad. I distinctly remember that first Air trip, with the air hostess fussing over me and giving me some extra goodies!!
We stayed with my Dad's friend overnight. Dad had arranged to buy a second hand Fiat 1100 D from a known seller. I didn't know any of this, till I saw myself upclose to APY 5865 - yes that was the registration plate on the gorgeous light green Fiat, which was to be my obsession for the next few years.
Dad didn't know driving yet, so we got a combo of driver+ car. I sat next to the driver as we took the route to Bombay the next day, early in the morning.
The next 6 months was when Dad learnt driving from the driver. The driver was with us for more than a year. I leant how to drive in the building .
Highway trips by road
Our family of 5 - my parents and my younger siblings- sister and brother, aged 7 and 3 respectively loved the country side. We had family both in Andhra pradesh as well as in Karnataka. Our first highway trip by car was to Bangalore, some time in 1967. Dad had become a member of WIAA - Western India Automobile Association.
We got route Maps from their office opposite Churchgate station. These route maps were meant for specific destinations and instead of a map these had specific route instructions. Typically it would start from a particular point, say the WIAA office and give detailed instructions on where to turn, which road to take, where to find petrol stations, hotels etc. For example:
1. At sion circle- head straight for 3 kms
2. At junction of Eastern Express highway with Chembur road, take straight road ( EEH)
and so on.
Those days there were very few private Cars on highways- mostly trucks and busses and the odd intercity taxis ( Bombay to Poona or Bombay to Nasik)
There was of course no expressway between Bombay and Poona nor was there the Vashi creek Bridge. We would go via Thane and by NH 4, the old Bombay Poona Highway.
Dad was the sole driver with 13 year old me being the eager navigator cum engine temperature watcher!
On the ghats there were points that said " Radiator water"
And many a times we stopped to fill the radiator. After stopping the car one had to wait for a respectable interval before we could open the cap.
The helpful WIAA route maps also indicated the presence of the very few watering holes en-route. We stopped many times for answering natures calls or just for Dad to stretch his limbs.
As night approached we were somewhere close to Kolhapur. WIAA route maps also indicated Government Guest houses- there was an abbreviation, "GH". We pulled up at a guest house and to my delight, we got a nice bungalow all to ourselves ! There was a genie who goes by the designation of "Khansama" who conjured delicious meals for the family. Those days, such guest houses were also open to non Government folks
We resumed our journey sedately the next day. The car was not air-conditioned but the unit polluted wind on our faces was a great joy. The conditions of the roads varied from passable to very bad and one drove accordingly.
When we reached Bangalore late in the evening of day 2, we were given a heroes welcome! After all, not many cousins could claim having traveled over 1000kms by road!