My experience and experiment with the wheel!

When I was a kid (3 years of age) I used to play with soaps considering them to be my self proclaimed cars. I used to park them, take them out for a long ride (1-2 mts) again put them back in the garage… well the story started like that. By looking from the back of the soap I steer them and try to get an angle so that it should not collide with the small cars (match-boxes). I used to be so much engrossed in them that when the time passes by I don’t know.

Since my dad is in a govt. service we always used to have a car or jeep or a gypsy parked in our house. By escaping the eyes of my family members I used to slip outside the house and go inside the car.
Still I don’t know what pleasure I get my putting my hand on the wheel, it seems that some switch was off and it got on. After getting inside the vehicle I used to rotate the wheel (to and fro), make sound from mouth, press accelerator, clutch, and brakes in a cyclic manner.

Once a jeep was parked and as usual I was playing inside it, suddenly my small sister came and she sat inside the jeep, then I got out and started pushing the jeep, so that I can give her a ride. Since the jeep was in gear so it was moving only inches forward and backward. To the best of my knowledge I remember is that she pushed the lever and gear went to neutral and jeep started rolling back, I was so much terrified that I came inside the house and hid in some room, neglecting the fact what must have happened to my sister inside the jeep. After a minute or so some people came to our house and told that our jeep went outside the compound and had jammed the road with my sister inside it. I still remember the kind of rebuke I got from my farther….that picture is still clear.

But this wasn’t enough to reduce my interest in cars….

I always wanted to drive, drive and drive….and now it has become my hobby.

My hobby wasn’t limited till 4-wheelers, I was a die hard fan of bicycles too, my mom tell me that on the first day only I removed the supporters from my bicycle. Whoa! this sounds interesting but I don’t remember it. The thing which I remember is that I used to put stones and obstructions on the road and ride through them such that the bicycle’s tyre should not touch them. I wasn’t a normal rider I used to ride in sand without getting fallen or so. People used to admire it and sometimes curse me also. My interest has no knew bounds, I learnt how to repair a puncture, tighten screws so that bicycle parts are not loose.

My parents never allow me to drive a 4-wheeler, my dad will only allow me to hold the steering for a while, but that wasn’t enough I wanted more control on the vehicle. But when there is a will there is a way. I targeted the driver who used to drop and pick me up from school. Initially he only allowed me to start the jeep, then after pleading him a lot he used to give me the control of steering on roads.
I urged him not to tell my parents about this, and quickly I learned up the skills.

One fine day construction was going on in my house, so there was a need to park the car outside and there was no one in the house who knows driving, and then I asked my mom that I can drive the car outside the compound, well she was helpless and then she gave me the key. This was the time to show, I parked the car outside, and my mom was shocked. Well from then I was the second member in the family who knows driving.
I don’t know why people need to hire someone to teach them driving, it’s an art, and its simple too. The only thing needed is your own interest. Till date the only time which I enjoy the most is coming and going back to office, because that’s the only time when my hand is on the wheel…….