The car is finally showing signs of wear
THERE’S NO BETTER feeling when you land at an airport and a car is waiting for you at the exit. No cabs, no airport shuttles, a car with its key handed over to you for your time in a new city. Our Hexa is that car, every time I fly to Delhi. If you’ve been reading our series of ‘Hexapade’ stories you will know that the Hexa isn’t domesticated.
It is our latest workhorse starting its life as part of the evo India fleet in Pune and as soon as it walked into our parking lot, it signed up for a hard life. Aatish drove the burly Tata to Valparai in Tamil Nadu in
Tits first month. Once it got back, Ouseph took it to Spiti and crossed mountains and rivers in it. The Hexa got back to Delhi and has since been the car that receives me at the airport. What I wasn’t aware of is how prepared the team was to take the Hexa practically anywhere.
I popped the boot to haul my luggage in and two sand ladders fell on my feet. The rear seat was folded and buried under an extra spare tyre, an air jack, a tent, towing ropes, a shovel and dust, a lot of it. It looked like we were going to war with nature. All it needed was camouflage and two machine guns on the hood.