What a misadventure it was! One dark night during Aug 2017, due to heavy downpour, my wife offered to drop our cook home. So off we went in her car - a 6 months old Tata Zest XT petrol in pouring rain on water logged roads. I was worried about water entering the exhaust pipe, so urged her to floor the pedal without any let up and we were through knee deep water. We made it without incident.
The road is fairly wide but water clogged due to being a low lying area. At the end of the road, it was dug up for drainage works (there was a short detour by a slushy ground by the side, we couldn't spot in the dark night). My wife reversed the car and went into a small by-lane (one of those 5th or 6th cross roads) in the residential area just to see if there is any route to the main road.
I reminded her to stick to the middle of the road lest the car slip in any hidden ditch and scarcely had I uttered the warning when the car
tilted in slow motion with the loose soil previously dug up for drainage pipes giving away due to the car's weight. I found myself sitting in a tilted angle in the front co-driver's seat. I couldn't get out of the vehicle as the door was stuck by stone or slush. It was a dark night with power cut to boot besides it was raining cats and dogs. The car didn't move an inch despite the heavy acceleration (silly mistake we knew but with the hopes revving will take out the vehicle), I knew we were stuck for long in a desolate residential area.
I asked my wife to get out of the car and it was an effort to haul myself from the co-driver seat to driver seat and get out of the car!
After the rain subsided a bit, I ventured out to nearby garage (lucky to find one open at 8.30 pm) and brought along the bloke who too couldn't get it out. Also, with the help of mobile phone torch, I found the front number plate missing (due to poor quality plastic ones that came with the car), must have fallen off due to heavy pressure of wading through water logged roads. Meanwhile, with the rain letting up, the cook made good her escape on our urging by walk as there was nothing she could do. Her house was just around some 500 metres. I was relieved a bit at least she's gone and not stuck like us.
We assessed the situation, none of the towing service guys we called were available as everyone were attending other rescue calls, a friendly resident joined us to commiserate. He blamed the BBMP (City Corporation) for the shoddy job they had done in filling up the mud without hardening it with stones and for failing to top the surface with black tar. People from neighbourhood peered out of balconies to see the car stuck as if it was a spectacle much to my embarrassment. With nothing much to be done, I left my number with him just in case he needs to contact me and assured to clear the vehicle first in the morning. I was a little worried that the car might block movement of traffic on the street but the friendly neighbor assured that it shouldn't be a problem. The space was hardly enough for a car to pass through. I hoped no truck or large vehicle would pass through till we removed the car. After all, I didn't want to play the spoilsport or be a pain in an unknown residential area. It was for these kind of issues that I left my mobile number with the guy just in case he needs to call us.
Our troubles didn't end there. We tried walking back home (just a km away) in the drizzle sharing an umbrella which hardly covered us both. And the road we had to walk home had knee deep water. It was cold water and the only way safe without going down the drain or potholes was to stick to the middle of the road. We tried but couldn't, thanks to cold water, our fear for any reptiles in the water (my locality is notorious for reptiles) and you can't avoid passing cars who were struggling to move without bogged down. Wading through knee deep cold water, in drizzling rain, dress sticking to the body, trying to protect mobile phone from getting wet, slush stuck in the footwear, in a dark road, dodging occasional cars splashing water in slow motion...it was not my idea of enjoying a walk in the rain. I like the rains but not the dampness.
We tried to look for autos but in that rainy dark night where do we get one notwithstanding my willingness to pay through the nose for a 1 km ride home? A few call center cabs passed by without stopping by.
Felt miserable & helpless and never knew getting back home at a 1 km distance could be a near impossible proposition. So much for offering to drop the cook home on a rainy night!
Just as we were at our wits end, a car stopped by, we were relieved and thankful to get a ride, the savior was an IT professional heading home and stayed in an apartment complex in the neighborhood. Thanked him profusely and our luck.
At home tried calling the company 24/7 helpline, was on the phone for almost an hour trying to fix up a towing service, none of them were available for the night. Though I was sure of the car's safety parked almost in the middle of the road in a residential area lane, my better half wasn't assured.
She woke me up at first light - 5.30 AM and again the call rounds started with all the towing guys found in the Internet. Some were asking for pics to be whatsapped to assess before giving me a price quote (where do I get it in the dark night), few were trying to make a fast buck. Finally, my trusted Mahindra Helpline came to my rescue, agreed to come over right away though a bit pricey. He showed up in 45 mins. We both hopped on to the Tata Mobile pick up truck (see the irony here...Mahindra Helpline uses Tata vehicle) and reached the spot to find the car intact just as we left the previous night with one side sunken in loose soil. Boy! The guy did a professional job, took out the tow hook, chained up and with me taking over the steering, he pulled out the car in one throttle. All done in 10 mins flat! Thanked the neighbors who were watching the spectacle (really don't know what for I thanked but felt good the car came put unscathed except for the sunk wheels splashed with slush) and drove the car home.
Left poorer by couple of grands (towing service charges + new front number plate) and a sleepless night. An experience in itself with lots of learning, revelation and reflection thanks to a silly move to the side of the road. So many things could have gone wrong for the worse. Never imagined I'd walk with my wife in a desolate water logged road in pouring rain on a dark night with an umbrella that was practically useless with us getting drenched. Nothing romantic about it, I tell you. Don't trust movie scenes, from my experience
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Given this experience, whether my wife would be willing to drop the cook again in a rainy night, you bet!
I realized that to get stuck you don't need to go off roading in a far off jungle, it can happen in your neighbourhood itself. Lesson learnt here is avoid driving out in pouring rain unless absolutely necessary, even if you have to stick to middle of the road, main roads and avoid small by-lanes with which you are unfamiliar.