My
home town Pune in India was a small city of about two or three
hundred thousand people in 1950's. It was, even then, known as a
bicycle city because almost everyone (at least male population) had a
bicycle as the principal mode of transport. The trend continues even
today with the sole difference that on today's Pune streets,
hundreds of two wheelers that are seen are not bicycles but motor
cycles. The public transport system of those days in Pune, comprised
of few dilapidated rickety-rackety buses, which also holds true even
today. Though the number of buses has increased by hundreds of
times, they still remain the only and sole mode of public transport.
There were no motorized taxis and for personal hire, two wheeled
light carriages, driven by horses and known as 'Tangas' or 'Tongas'
were available. Some noble and rich families used to have their own 4
wheeled buggy carriages, but they used to be very few.
Readers
can therefor well imagine or appreciate a typical scene on the Pune
city streets of those days, where hundreds of bicycles intermingled
with occasional 'Tongas' would be plying on the roads. There used to
be no foot paths on the roads and pedestrians also shared the same
roads. To ride a bicycle in such kind of busy street, needed immense
driving or riding skills. Pune bicycle riders were famous for that.
It seems that they have passed on their skills now to the new
generation of Motor cycle riders, who perhaps refuse to believe in
their hearts that they are driving a more powerful and deadly vehicle
and continue to drive their motor cycles in the same old dare devil
fashion of their grand or grand grand fathers, but that is another
story.
Pune
city always had since the days of British Raj, a twin sister
popularly known as Pune Camp or Pune Cantonment, where initially the
soldiers and officers were stationed. They had their own motorized
transports of second world war vintage and one would encounter these
on the cantonment streets. These vehicles very rarely came to the
city limits and for most of the Pune citizens, Pune camp was in some
other far off world. In the fringe areas between the city and camp
people of other communities stayed. These included Parsi's and
Bohori's, who followed their own sub sect of Shia Islam and were
followers of Prince Aga Khan. Parsi community always had deep pockets
and mostly used to be affluent. They had their motorized vehicles in
form of cars and motor cycles.
I have
described the general scene in Pune here, because I want to introduce
to the readers, the road beauties of those years, the super bikes or
the super motor bikes to be exact. They used to be very few in
numbers and the owners used to be extremely proud of them as they
took them out for a ride. It would be needless to say that they were
all except one exception, manufactured in England. All those super
bikes had 4 stroke engines. I can still remember the rhythmical
idling rant coming from those superb 4 stroke engines “
Thup....Thup.....Thup” and when they accelerated, the crazy
feeling of power that they gave, even to the bystanders. They
essentially came in three engine capacities, 250 or 350 cubic
centimeters and 500 cubic centimetere. I find it little strange now,
how engine capacities in those days were measured in cubic
centimetere as India had still not adopted to the metric system and
we were still in feet, inches, pounds and ounces. Even then, motor
cycle and car engine capacities were somehow described always in
cubic centimeters, strange isn't it?
'Triumph'
was one of the popular brands. So also Matchless/A.J.S. My father
owned an A.J.S 250 CC bike and when I was young, I started my riding
career with this bike. Another popular brand was Norton and many 500
CC Nortons had side cars two. The only brand from those years, that
survives even today and still continues to be extremely popular was
'Royal Enfield.' It mostly survived the onslaught of scooters and 2
stroke engines, because of the patronage of the Indian Army.
Strangely, even today, the only motor cycle brand that performs
admirably in the Ladakh region of India, happens to be 'Royal
Enfield.' About two years ago, during a visit to Ladakh, I met a
group of motor cycle riders led by a lady, who were motor cycling in
Ladakh. I had a chat with her and asked her, why they have chosen
India made 'Royal Enfield' bikes, when they could have brought in any
brand from the world. She had clearly told me that they are riding
'Royal Enfield' because these motor cycles perform best on high
altitudes and have least maintenance problems. I was quite astonished
by this but had to accept it as most of the co-riders in her group
seem to agree.
However
the motor cycle brand that I then liked most was an exception to the
supremacy of the British brands being a German brand. I remember very
clearly that they were very few, perhaps 3 or 4 motor bikes of this
great brand, which was none other than BMW. These bikes had twin
cylinders that projected outwards at 180 degrees, unlike British
brands, where there used to be single vertical cylinder. I still
distinctly remember a particular BMW motor bike having 500 CC
capacity with a bluish, grayiish toned body. The deafening sound as
it accelerated, was like music for me those days. Those BMW bikes had
a drive shaft instead of drive chains on British bikes and produced a
comforting purring sound while idling.
Later
in 1960's, first Lambretta scooters appeared in the market followed
by Vespa. Their convenience and over all economy, made them a winner
and Motor cycles just faded from the scene, except their use by some
die hard enthusiasts. Only much later or in 1980's, motor cycles made
a come back, when Japanese Motor Bikes like Suzuki and Honda were
introduced in India. During last 30 years, Motor cycles have again
gained supremacy with new generation Motor bikes. The new motor bikes
may be the epitomes of fuel economy and low maintenance costs. But if
you ask me, may be I am getting nostalgic, but they don't even stand
a chance when compared with the Superbikes of the 1950's, when we
consider the feel, aura or the Royal splendour, these bikes brought
with them to the owners.
27
April 2013
Comparisons are always odious !
ReplyDeleteThey are odious, but we keep doing them all the time, particularly more as you grow old, isn't it?
DeleteI did not think it was odious.
DeleteI like these blogs about old time Pune.
Maybe because I was there in Pune in those times and I consider my few years in Pune were the best years of my life, and so everything in Pune in those years, I cherish.
Unfortunately, in my last couple of visits to India, I lost my fondness for Pune, because what I see there today, is nothing like Pune I knew. The quintessential, defining qualities of Pune, its people, its way of life, its values have all changed.
Maybe changes are for better lives for residents there, but I lost my love for Pune. There are better places in the world where I would rather be.