This morning (
Aug 31, 2011) precisely at 0731 hrs Admiral crossed the buoy marking 8099.352 Nautical Miles...or
15,000 KMs for landlubbers ! This buoy was/is anchored a little off the Point Pokhran 2 Road, Thane.
But then as usual there was something that happened a couple of days or more earlier which I thought was worth recounting here.
Sunday (Aug 28,2011) saw Admiral and me running off to meet some of the good TBHP folks there for breakfast and get back by lunch time. A short stretching of legs would do good for Admiral it was contemplated.
What I thought would be a humdrum run of the expressway turned out to be one of the most delightful runs ever on the expressway. And the reason ? Rains, heavy, real heavy, rains. And that turned the run into a truly memorable one. And rains also turned Monday (Aug 29, 2011) into a day of adventure/s for Admiral.
But first of course the Sunday. During this run wanted to test the Admiral for best FE figures. But alas that was not to be because of the drenched run and the attendant issues. But the run did return some decent figures.
We started at:
The MID FE indicator was reset for the stage I of the run.
The weather was rather wet, but mild, at the begining. But nothing like what was to follow:
At the start of Expressway MID reset again to check the pucca FE on the E-Way:
Then started the unending downpour - sheets of water literally.
At the Khalapur tollgate the MID showed:
Not bad at all.
The speed range was - 90-100 KMPH with lotsa slowing down.
And the water sheets worsened.
Traffic slowed down.
But for reasons other than safety I guess. This was turning out to be one of the most picturesque runs I've ever done on the E Way. It was so pretty really, with waterfalls all around:
And at times water...falls on us !
And with clouds coming low to visit us occasionally:
On the outbound run as usual kept to the middle lane. This time not just as a good driving habit - but also for safety. The overtaking lane (which many people consider as the lane to drive in high speed) had huge pools of water and it was quite dangerous to run into (and run in !) even at slow speed. On a few occasions I used it I could feel Admiral slowing down and loosing a wee bit of bit of grip. Hydoplaning here I am...you wanted to meet me !
Great fun driving though.
Finally Pune - near Chandni Chowk. And Admiral, as usual, is thrilled on meeting Fraulein (Noop's Vento !):
The MID at this point:
And the link up with the rest of the Pune Posse (!) at a nearby joint:
"Hey ! What about a Cola for me ?" Seems to going on in Varun(Lil Mr dot and a future TBHPian !)'s mind:
In the distance - R to L : Fraulein, Admiral & Amit's Indica Vista:
Examining Swanand's Laura:
At the hightable (Clockwise from L) - Swanand I, Subodh, Noopster, Amitwlele, dot, Varun d'lil' dot, Jealousdiamond:
After a hearty breakfast, a bit of chatter on vehicles, a test run of the Laura by noops, my pick up of the stash of things that dot had picked up for me from the US of A , goodbyes and hugs - it was time to run back to Thane.
Thanks guys for a great morning !
And if the outbound run was fun the return was even better I guess. And wetter !
Bliss is this:
And soon this:
And this:
Huge lakes on the rightmost lane. Slow speeds.
Pretty sights:
Clouds, rain and splatter reduce visibilty :
Water, lots of it, on the tarmac:
What-a-fall:
Wooo...don't get excited, not bright city lights but just tunnel lights:
Siiigh. But all dreams (& runs !) have to come to an end. A hated sign -signalling the end of all great trips:
The figures at the end:
Monday morning saw Admiral sailing into a squall. The watery tryst continued. When driving to work drove through a foot of water in the low lying areas of Parel for short stretches. Office closed early and we rushed out like school children to be greeted by water everywhere we ( a petrified colleague for company) drove around. At a stretch in the back alleys of Lalbaug, a two feet deep pool of water for about 300 meters (did I measure the depth and distance ? No just 'andaza se') - and the wading depth figure of the TFort (700 mm) came into my mind. And a bit of panic too - how much is 700mm ? A BEST drove by creating huge waves and then we plunged. How much the water came up to, did the tail pipe go in, did the starter get a dunking etc were Q's that were farthest from my mind - I was driving you see. And praying hard. Thankfully not with my eyes closed. And at a point the BEST bus lurched and stopped/stalled. Some well meaning but moronic minded guy had left a manhole cover open - hoping that the water would drain out. But no warning, no nothing. Gently but surely skirted around the bus missing the nearby mill walls by an inch, at best. The chawl balconies on the opposite side by now had filled with an audience. And watching the scene unfold below them. The gaggle was by now laughing and pointing out the scene to small babies.
I was sure that I'd make it to the front page of TOI as a photograph symbolising the rainy affairs of the day. And was also sure that the photographer would win an award for the Best Capture of the year etc. My passenger had already visualised his obituary in the papers by now and was deciding on which photograph needed to be put up for the same.
Slowly but surely inched around the bus. And suddenly Admiral too lurched just a little ahead of the bus. But didn't stall. No can't be a manhole, I thought logically to myself, two of them just a few inches apart - as I pressed the accelerator gently. Admiral lurched out of the pit. Thankfully I saw a heap of paver blocks nearby and realised that it was a deep pit left by unfinished work and digging. Phew !
Couple of more stretches of water. Suddenly realised I had almost no brakes. Kept trying to pump the break - but in vain as the the wheels were still underwater. Almost standing on the brake even had some effect.
Soon after we emerged from the waterworld. And with a horrendously dry mouth, I realised.
Furiously pumped the brakes. Some feeling returned. Continued.
Finally reached home after almost 3 hours. Whew ! Quite and adventure.
On disembarking checked everything. Everything seemed OK.
Next morning (Tuesday) the engine burst into a growl, as usual, on cranking.
Met the colleague who was looking better by then and he mentioned to me very casually that his T Manza (which he rarely uses and only drives it on an annual trip to the temple, 200 meters from his colony) could have easily gotten through as well.
Next time he wades through the water on foot, I thought to myself. Funny fellow.
And this morning Admiral clocked the milestone mentioned in the first sentence.
And along with that the first creak and streaks have emerged.
First the creak. For sometime now have been hearing a creak/groan sort of a sound inside the cabin. A low creaking sound. Not loud enough to interrupt conversations but not low enough not to interrupt my thoughts. Had been coming on and off since the Bangalore trip. Tried my damnest to isolate it.
Dash ? Steering ? What ? What ? Then it occured to me that it could be from the tilt mechanism of the steering. Lowered the lever and yanked the steering up and down few times and drove. No go, the creak persisted.
And then in a moment of serendipity discovered that it came from the drivers seat. Jumped up and down in the seat couple of times. Yup there it was. Solution - lowered and raised seat using the knob couple of times. And released the seat recliner a couple of times. Since then no sound.
Even the TFort has some great SHP. Self Healing Properties.
And the streaks. Yes, the wiper blades seem to be now having billowing skirts showing couple of legs now and then. Can't do much about it. Will change the blades - next monsoons. Even then the cleaning is fairly decent.
15K KMs was done in 186 days since delivery making it an average use of 80.65 KMs per day.
So there you have it folks !