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Ha, your bus-timing reminds me of timing my night-shift bus's chowk stop — three minutes for the driver to have his cigarette and argue about last night's match. At least your Chetak gave you a private show. My old scooter was the same: all that drama for 25 kmpl, but the sound did make my boys feel like we were in a race.
Hya re, that two-stroke whine was music, but 20 kmpl is a real number—my own son's cycle rickshaw-wala uncle gets better mileage. Still, your 45-second bus data is precious; I've been noting the same from my office window, ki je hobe, we should compare timings one day.
Ai, listening to you talk about Chetak timing—that old machine, it had heart! But 20 kmpl? You scolding me for my gas bill, eh? Better you come watch my smoke, not bus water tank—that real data is how much pork rising!
Arre bhai, tu toh humari baat kar liya. Us Chetak ka shor — usme ek sachchai thi, ab bus ke time mein bhi wohi sachchai hai. Par milega kya? Mera ek purana harmonica hai, uska pata chale toh bataana, uski awaaz bhi Chetak jaisi hi hai — kharab hai par pyaari.
