Ten years ago I bought a lovely Ambassador car to drive MAnjula around.
As her lung condition worsened she was less comfortable on the back of the scooter and she complained of my poor riding of my Enfield motorbike.
We joked about our version of ‘Driving Miss Daisy’ the Hollywood movie of the black guy chauffeuring the old lady in a fab vintage car.
In our case the old English man drove the beautiful young Indian woman.
She looked much younger than her age, so our age gap wasn’t so severe.
MAnjula would love it when I asked guests to guess her age. They’d usually think 15-20 years younger than she was.
Manjula would be proud of our newly renovated Ambassador.
Many of the local friends and neighbours stop me to admire her.
Here’s details of the car’s metamorphosis.
Footnote
Originally built in 1960 when the Morris Oxford was introduced to India from the U.K.
There was a trend to buy and add body sections in the 1970’s. To update to a more modern mark 4.
A startlingly gorgeous radical red.
Our car’s first big change
It begins again
A big job and no less difficult to decide on the new colour.
Feel the change.
Nearly there but is it the right decision? Where’s indecisiveness come from? it’s not new to me but it’s grown..,
We’re still waiting, with one or two extra additions.
Looking good and madam would be happy
A footnote, something tells me it’ll not be the last.
Nothing ever quite goes to plan.
Not satisfied with sticking out ‘as a sore thumb’ …. But also being well know for being the luckiest guy with… a beautiful wife, ‘adopted’ nine year old, homestay and cycle tour business, black dog, love-letter cat, Manjula’s Mysore —- being kind with ‘good’ projects — community family around the world, we’ve now got an absolutely gorgeous radical ambassador.
Do come visit and say hello to the newest member (and all) of the family.
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Manjula's Mysore 