Last evening, my wife, Tina mentioned that there was a
Vintage Car &
Superbike Rally starting off from
Besant Nagar - a beachfront locality which is a few km up north from where we live. We tried finding out when it was scheduled for but after a couple of attempts on
Google, gave up!
This morning, a couple more attempts on Google (when I learnt the difference between a
vintage car and a
classic car) revealed that the last such rally started at 9am; assuming that '
rallyists' were creatures of habit, 9am it was!
I'm glad we took that bet!
The beach was packed - with an array of bikes, seemingly from WWI & II, and their more modern souped up progeny from this century. The vintage & classic cars on display were even more interesting - as were the people who so painstakingly and lovingly maintained these relics.
Oh, and the kids had a blast; though in their eyes the
powerbikes were all that mattered. They couldn't fathom why we were so excited at seeing old cars and the little enthusiasm they could muster must have been the result of us getting them to watch
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang some months ago.
The attitudes of the
powerbikers and the vintage car
rallyists was a study in contrast. The former were all revved up and pretended not to notice all the adulation they (rather their bikes) were getting - the cool, aloof 'Marlboro Man' look. Their older counterparts in the rally exemplified 'vintage' - they slowed down to let us take picture, smiled & waved to us and had the general
demeanor of people who had 'seen life' and who took the time to live their passions! Mellow, like malt whiskey!