In my head, this plays out with a bugle & trumpet fanfare If my rather pompous title didn't give it away, I tend to be a bit tongue in cheek. I guess I'm one of many longtime lurkers on the site, who has relied on the reviews and ownership reports religiously for years and finally decided to actually try stepping inside and meeting everyone instead of peering from the outside in, and smudging the windows.
I'm very much an avowed devotee at the altar of internal combustion, so much so is my fervour I find myself in my daily work as a Petroleum Geoscience PhD student working to try find some more of that lovely crude that fuels the motors we all very much love (well not quite but it sounds more poetic this way). Born in Calcutta (when it was called that) I very much grew up bouncing back and forth between India and the UK and at this point I'm firmly embedded in the greyscale city that is Manchester. As part of my day job I often find myself in rather obscure places looking at rocks most of the time. When I'm not I'm determined to eat my way through the best burgers in the country and do enjoy a bit of sports, of most kinds, but with F1 and football taking pride of place. For those wondering I'm a long suffering Newcastle United fan (you can imagine I got a lot of shtick from friends in high school in India).
Seeing as technically I haven't yet owned a car myself, instead counting on using mum and dad's when I come visit, I'll talk about which I'm the biggest fan of. That would have to be mum's old Santro. Now, in no way I will admit is this due to it's driving dynamics, feedback or more honestly lack thereof, but more to do with how cheerful a little runabout it is and how I can chuck it into any old parking spot without a care in the world. Anyone who's visited Park Street would know my pain. Also a rather belligerent scooter trying to squeeze through a non existent gap in traffic tore one end of the bumper bracket off so to me it always looks like the poor car has a lopsided expression on it's face.
Incidentally I was introduced to Team BHP by a pair of brothers I had tuition classes with many years ago, so it would be coming full circle if I came across them again as part of the wider community!
You'll probably see me sometimes pipe in to threads, especially those involving motorsport. The dream is to one day do the Dakar Rally, more realistically as part of the support staff even, but maybe as a competitor (though it'll most certainly kill me..). Oh well, a man can dream.
I'll leave you with my favourite ever F1 car. The 1996 Ferrari F310 that Michael Schumacher so stupendously drove in that sogging wet Spanish Gran Prix. To this day it remains one of my most vivid memories.
Feel free to drop me a shout. As a Bengali I imagine I'm genetically predisposed to having a chat. |