Some musings about the legendary Ambassador now in BS IV form, luxury player Mercedes and the love for driving and cars.
“I hope we get one to test!” That was my first thought when I read that the BSIV Ambassador would be rolling into the metros again. Why? Because just the thought of driving it is putting a smile on my face. After what seemed like ages, I sat in an Ambassador, in Kolkata. I know we weren’t going very fast, but I was grinning like a moron. I flipped with the quarter glass and fiddled with it to aim the draft of air, I think I even bounced a bit on the bench to feel the springs underneath. The propped up seating position, the surprisingly low roof, the small windscreen, the strange silence when it cruised, the quarter turn of vagueness in the steering and the sheer bravado that the cab driver seemed to exert to make a turn, it was all very thrilling. At 40 kph! Can’t wait to try it for myself again. My mum used to love the Amby. Still does. She insists that the rear bench is unbeatable. She may just be right. We’ll try and find out, but who would the Amby’s competitor be if we had to do a shoot out?