Four's Season

Doubling the Number of Wheels, and Seeing Where That Takes Us

- Kartik Ware

I am a motorcyclist. Is that the best way to begin a story about cars? I don’t know, but now that I have, please indulge me for as long as it goes on. I’m not old, neither am I exactly young, but I’ve been around to see enough, and most of it is hilarious. Especially observing that speaking the truth only when convenient is the most common form of hypocrisy. And I say this as someone who’s a motorcyclist. Because I can think of no greater form of hypocrisy than a motorcyclist that disregards four wheels just because it’s a fashion/duty of sorts. Entirely point less, by the way.

I can actually hear a guitar play in a car. A car keeps me dry (fungal infections are a female dog). It functions as a mobile sound studio (people should be thankful). It’s a fast-moving bench on which to chat with my friends on the way to our respective homes (well...). It also helps that it’s winter-ish in Mumbai and that I can delude myself into thinking that the Audi A5 Cabriolet is a sound choice for everyday use. Actually, even if it isn’t, I’d happily take it if I could afford it. Because then nobody could accuse me of being a car guy.

And that’s the thing about convertibles.