I always feel like Sher Shah Suri on this road and all. No, you are right. I actually have no idea how a chap with two last names thinks but you get the picture.
Gangs of Wasseypur on the stereo and humming around 2500 rpm, the creamy 3 litre letting us ride on a wave of torque as we move towards chandigarh.
My Americano is getting cold as an Alto with ‘Sonu Tyagi’ honks furiously and goes past.
We just crossed Pummy Vaishno Dhaba with various Pummies stuffing their faces with Paratha.
Just another day on a North Indian highway, strange how some things just dont change over time.