The expressway was still years away. Mumbai was still
A Bombay-Pune hop wasn’t just a hop. It used to be a gastronomic odyssey. A stop at Khopoli, for Ramakant’s vadapav, another at Lonavla for Chikki and fudge, and roasted corn cobs in the ghats in Khandala. Oh, the innocent times!
And then there was our old Maruti 800 of 1980’s vintage. No air-conditioning, no power windows, just a closer-to-the road driving experience. She served us dutifully for years. She braved the rust that Mumbai’s rains inflicted upon her, not to mention the bad roads.
The old Pioneer car audio was our usual companion during long drives. However there wasn’t any Radio Mirchi or
Recently, the Alto overtook the 800 in terms of volumes of sales (for one month, don’t remember which).So is the 800 nearing its end? Not really. Not in this half of the 21st century, at least. The Alto is essentially a Maruti 800 in a new set of clothes.
The Alto’s increased sales may also be seen as the breaking of the traditional mould. Maybe the 800 reflects the story of modern