Skip to main content

View Diary: A French Goddess (72 comments)

Comment Preferences

  •  My dad drove some DSs in Afghanistan&India (3+ / 0-)

    between @ 1959 and 1964... may have had one in the US briefly... year or two on our return to the USA.

    Getting parts to keep the first one running in Kabul was something... he was with the US Embassy so getting parts shipped in was not a big problem but had to do at least some work himself. Changing tires using the hydraulic suspension was always a treat... I don't recall the roads being bumpy... must have been the DS...

    Then in India... we were on the first let of a planned trip to Southern India (we were living in Bombay/Mumbai)... and just after nightfall outside of Poona/Pune... the right front hydraulic suspension globe or cylinder or whatever it is called fractured... real workout on that road... metal crystallized in the casting and bam... stranded on the road... not much traffic in 1963 at night on the road to Poona... we got a lift from a truck carrying rock salt in burlap bags... My mother got to ride up front in the cab... and my brothers and dad & in back on the rock salt bags... I was 12 or 13....
    We had to go back to Bombay and continue the trip via planes, trains and hired cars... (and I picked up a foot fungus infection in Poona)
    Usually the DS was a champ on other trips... and my dad got to do the hydraulic tire change trick to the amazement and general acclaim of locals watching in Mahableshwar...

    And as for collision safety... he got a fairly severe test later in back in Bombay... a business man zoomed out of a side street a block from my school and really messed up the side front of the car... but no one was hurt and again it was time for ordering parts shipped in from Hong Kong... duty free... diplomatic again.

    Great car... and always felt special in one.

    Pogo & Murphy's Law, every time. Also "Trust but verify" - St. Ronnie (hah...)

    by IreGyre on Mon Sep 09, 2013 at 04:18:13 PM PDT

    •  Katcha roads... (2+ / 0-)
      Recommended by:
      RiveroftheWest, IreGyre

      We might have met... :-)
      Instead of a DS we went around with a Packard, then a Ford Mercury, in those years ! Importation of foreign cars wasn't allowed unless diplomatic staff.
      Living in Calcutta, we often had to go for stranded lorries, with spare parts...!
      The Great Trunk Road was quite a sight in those times and worth many rallies with all those lorries crashed on the roadside or stuck in a ford (those bamboo bridges could be surprising if you drove too fast with a heavy load, sort of a trampoline effect)!

      Time flies...!

      "What can I do, What can I write, Against the fall of Night" A.E. Housman

      by Margouillat on Mon Sep 09, 2013 at 04:41:25 PM PDT

      [ Parent ]

Subscribe or Donate to support Daily Kos.

Click here for the mobile view of the site