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Originally Posted by adi_petrolhead @iliketurtles
Excellent review and an awesome piece of equipment and refinement! I need a favour from you  Can you take a picture of the lights above the number plate for me? I have seen facelift Jettas and seen them with LED lights at the number plate housing. I want to get them for my Octavia. If possible can you pls take out the light fitting itself, and post a picture of the bulb too? Thanks in advance. |
Hiya Adi, thanks for dropping by
You confused me big time, making me wonder which LED's are present above the front number plate. Then I realised you're referring to the rear, am I correct?
I'll take a pic in the evening and post it, although I'm not sure the ones I have are LED's. I'm not brave enough to take out the light fitting myself, but I surely will post a few pics later on in the evening, rest assured.
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In other news...a few friends and I had decided to drive down to Lavasa for the previous weekend and I wasn't really kicked about Lavasa itself. My memory of the place is that it's too devoid of almost anything to do. I was looking forward to driving down the expressway itself since I was eager to test out the Jetta in its element.
It was, in a word, sublime. At slightly unholy triple-digit speeds (my lips are sealed, you won't get me to confess how much), she was steady as a rock and I had no idea of how much speed I had picked up until I actually glanced down at the speedometer. It was such a thrill. Whereas in my City I was acutely aware of making serious headway, triple-digit speeds were a non-event in the Jetta.
There was some traffic, but because I had got an early morning start it wasn't that much save for the ghats near Lonavala. The car was fully loaded with 5 adults and bags in the boot, and I scraped over 1 (uno. ek. one.) speedbreaker and it felt like a knife being driven into my bleeding heart. But other than those few seconds, flawless. Slowing down from speed was no issue either and she was just so assured to drive, this is what she was built for.
I am not a racer boy, but I have a very low threshold for idiocy. Approaching Lonavala, an Ecosport cut us off very, very aggressively and I was suitably cheesed off but I let it slide let my wife chide me for my behavior. Once we were back on the open road, I saw El Idioto pottering up ahead. I let loose my inner child and felt a leaden weight pull down my right foot. I had no control over my actions, I swear! She picked up speed with effortless ease and I blasted past El Loco Ecosporto before he could even realize it. Made me feel like an idiot, but it was so child-like in its exhilaration just getting my own back, really.
The wife was glum at not being given the keys for the ride up to Lavasa, so i let her have her way on the way back, although I took over again at Khopoli

Just couldn't resist, really. The average, if you must ask, was about 15 Kmpl (measured) after a not-at-all sedate drive. I will tell you this though: the Mumbai-Pune expressway is overly romanticized in our heads. It's not a driver's stretch of tarmac in the truest sense of the term and I am itching to have another go on the Mumbai-Nashik expressway. Sadly, that can only take place 3 weekends from now since I'm kinda tied up with kiddie birthday and one man-child's wedding.
No matter. I might have nothing special to do and no real reason to drive to Nashik, but I might get a bottle of wine or two to mark the drive. Can't go all the way there and come back empty-handed, right?
Here's a pic of the Deutsche stallions relaxing at the resort proper, along with two pics of the view from the resort (called Ekaant, if you must ask...and yes, it really was peaceful).

The black stallion and red devil at rest

View 1, with more filters used than a filter coffee

View 2, just for you.
In all, I loved the weekend not for the cricket we played, laughs we had or peacefulness of it all (although all that was quite nice), but because the drive was as enjoyable as the destination itself. And now, Nashik beckons. To wine country I must go!