A young friend of mine, Ghosh, from Bangalore visited me up
in Kodaikanal recently. I was pleased he wanted to learn how to drive in
the hills despite being a newbie, because once you get accustomed to the hills, other driving becomes easier. So what we did was take turns
driving amidst Kodai town in our family four-speed Maruti 800, with me talking
through my driving and pointing out his mistakes.
As part of the gear changing lesson, I accelerated a bit, and since most of the turns were
pretty sharp, I told him you should always go down to second gear for sharp
turns (as is true for most moderately powered cars), the first reason being the extra
torque which helps the car grip the road better and prevent it from running dangerously
wide towards oncoming traffic. Most accidents in the hills happen because
inexperienced drivers are in racetrack mode and cut neat across their lane. The
other reason for a gear change is so that you don’t lose power during the turn
and hold up traffic behind you while you wait for the car to gather momentum
again.
Later that day Ghosh left, after bargaining for three tons of homemade (or should I say home -mad) chocolate and eucalyptus oil, and caught the bus to Bangalore after an evening dosa. I hope he returned home a better driver.
Kodai roads are narrow and with steep inclines for the most
part, so many times there isn’t room for trucks or buses to go two abreast.
This often necessitates stopping and starting from an incline. I found that Ghosh would continually roll back
and was in danger of getting the Maruti Service Centre’s finance manager
rubbing his hands in glee. “Use the
handbrake so you won’t roll and release it only as you feel the engine power
kicking in through the clutch,” I told him. “It’s a blessing we have handbrakes
now." A far cry from the nostalgic Fiats and Ambassadors that required a hand
stand to get them to work.
While driving around, unfortunately missing out on the
pretty girls, Ghosh’s gear changing was obviously not suited to hill driving.
He would shift up the gears too quickly into top gear just like changing in flat terrain, and I cringed because the car
was struggling. I told him to downshift to a lower gear, third, because it was
a moderate straight uphill gradient. He argued that the car would ‘drink’ more
fuel, which is true to an extent, but I explained that a little more fuel consumed is much
better than the long-term damage on the engine. After all, changing two gears, even three, uses far more fuel in reality, instead of choosing the right one initially.
After traversing a bit in town, we picked up some dinner and
a couple of Kingfishers for the night. I drove the way back. Going home, mainly
a slight downhill slope, required going down to third gear, not fourth (or fifth
gear like some unknowingly persist doing). He asked why and I explained that it was to save the brakes, since
rolling down a hill in a high gear using the brakes to constantly slow down
allows dangerous brake fade. He was also a little bewildered to know why I was
being so ‘nice’ and giving room to climbing vehicles at the narrow sections. "Uphill traffic always gets right of way." That
night though, he showed me who was boss on the racetrack, on the world's
greatest driving simulator, Gran Tourismo. Maybe it was the beer that caught me off guard.
Ahem.
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The next day, I thought it would be nice to do what’s called
the ‘ten-mile round’ in these parts for more driving practice for Ghosh. The road here winds through some lovely scenery and popular sightseeing halts. He was at the
wheel and leaned on the horn when we got stuck behind a tourist bus. However,
an experienced hill driver will tell you that you only need to toot to let the
driver know you’re behind in a faster vehicle, and a thank-you-toot when he
gives you room to pass. But Ghosh insisted on overtaking. “You can’t see more
than a few feet ahead of you since the road is winding, dude, so don’t," I thought.
Needless to say, suddenly two cars appeared from the opposite direction and we narrowly
avoided a metallic spill.
I took over the wheel, and we carried on down the road. Ghosh
wanted to go a little faster, but before I did, I told him that this is when
you have to be extra careful, especially during the day, since there are no
headlights to warn you of an approaching vehicle, especially if the driver
doesn’t toot his horn.
Later that day Ghosh left, after bargaining for three tons of homemade (or should I say home -mad) chocolate and eucalyptus oil, and caught the bus to Bangalore after an evening dosa. I hope he returned home a better driver.
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