Wow, thank you very much JKDS for the very comprehensive coverage of the rally cars with all the great photos. Good stuff.
Since the usual aspects have been covered and Harit's car winning a prize is already known, let me put into words my experiences on the rally over the two days.
A lesson learnt:
The first month of the New Year, 2014. For car lovers in Calcutta, January is a month to look forward to, to witness the Statesman Vintage & Classic Car Rally. I was told that it was being held on the 19th and like in past years, I was without a car of my own to take part in the event.
Two weeks or so prior to the rally, I get a call from our very own Harit Trivedi. A freshly restored car from his trove was headed to my town for some work so how about it taking part in the rally? Taking part was not a problem, that way the judges are very accommodating (unless your car is a total wreck), even if you apply seven days in advance. So with all the formalities completed and participation papers with me, the restorer of the car who had come down from Bombay got in touch to discuss the details and in the course of our conversation, I learnt that he didn't know the roads of Calcutta at all because this was his first time in town! Stupefied, I told him that I wouldn't be with him to direct the way on the day of the judging since I had to go to work till noon. What stumped me more was his simple, as a matter of fact reply “I’ll just ask people for directions from my hotel to the rally site and get there”. Hmm… driving a freshly restored classic from one end of Calcutta to the other and back is challenging enough but to do it with absolutely no knowledge of the roads was a different level altogether. I was genuinely concerned. So the day prior to the judging, the restorer and I met so that I could hand over the rally papers to him. I wanted to check out the car that evening itself and seeing that the restorer had only a sketchy idea of the way back to his hotel (who wouldn't be on their first trip to any city) I offered to drop him back and then saw the car safely tucked away inside the vast parking space of the hotel, being washed, dried and then being readied for polish.
I was impressed with the authenticity and purity of the restoration-the car was left stock. A lot of convertibles from the 20s and 30s have tops which are poorly done and don’t look good with the top up but this car had the top done just right. The imported fabric did a lot to make the top look good but equally impressive was the fit and stitching - this convertible actually looked better with the top up than with the top down! So we chalked out a plan where the restorer would call me the next morning in case he required directions (how would he not, I thought to myself) to the rally site for scrutiny by the judges. As it turned out, he reached the grounds by asking people for directions all along the way and reached with no problem whatsoever.
I reached the grounds just after noon and the car was yet to be judged. The way it works here is that there are 3 pairs of judges who come to your car to take a look. One pair mostly checks out whether the basics are in working order-lights, horns, gauges, that sort of stuff. The other pair checks out the level of authenticity and the third pair looks at the maintenance aspect. If you or your car are lucky enough (just a few get this privilege unfortunately), all three pairs will go through your car for half an hour at the same time, but it wasn't so in our case.
On the way for scrutiny
The first pair seemed genuinely interested in having a good look and even went for a short ride to decide for themselves whether the car was indeed restored recently. The second pair was a bit of a mystery to decipher - they were giving the car a good look but when one of them questioned the originality of the accelerator pedal being in the middle of the brake and clutch pedals, I couldn’t quite figure out whether he asked in jest or was actually unaware of this layout found on several early cars. If it was the latter (and I think it was), my belief that taking your car for judging is an exercise in futility, was reaffirmed. Perhaps some of you can understand the frustration of owners/participants at such instances of ignorance. Whether connected or not, many owners this year chose to skip the judging and attended only the main event on the following day.
It was the third and last pair of judges that had me and the restorer completely cheesed of-they came, they signed the judging form and they went. That was it; no questions asked, not a glance at the car and when asked to take a look their refrain was that they had a lot of cars to judge and very little time to do it. Sure, that was why the car after us had all three pairs of judges going through it for half an hour. Angry, the restorer and I made ourselves heard at an organizer who was nearby, who in turn muttered something to the chief judge (the chief judge was independent from the other three pairs of judges). He muttered something on the lines of “these guys are saying that so and so and so and so didn't take a look at their car despite the fact that it’s a new entrant from Bombay”. We decided to approach the chief judge ourselves and told him that the car was from out of town and it deserved a look, if nothing else. So he did give it a look but the car wasn’t on his list of outstation cars - there were others listed but most of these came from out of town months back and were restored in town. Harit would know this better than me. But we insisted that the car be put on the list and the restorer handed over all the toll receipts, bills for diesel filled in the transportation truck, challans, etc. to the chief judge who returned them after a while and added the car to the list of ‘outstation cars’. Judging over.
The next day, Sunday, rally day, was more pleasant. The car was amongst the first to make it to the rally grounds and looked great in the sunny and cool morning. I was to be the navigator since the route map is only handed out on the rally day. A journalist friend of mine was to ride along as well. At 8:30 am the cars lined up for the opening parade in chronological order and Harit’s car being a 1928 was early in the order being car number 18. Just before the parade started, my friend decided to go of in search of tea and shortly after that, the rally was thrown open and the cars started for the parade and then exited the grounds. My friend was nowhere in sight and we weren’t going to wait on the roadside but so eager was he to be in the car that he hitched a ride on a vintage bike, then hitched another ride on a car and finally got a taxi. He happily made it into the car at a traffic signal after 10 minutes of us leaving the grounds!
The car was looking good on the morning of the rally
The route was about 25 kms., covering some really bad stretches of tarmac but everyone enjoyed the drive with the car performing very well.
En route amidst elite company Two Ford As ahead of us
Here in Calcutta, the prize distribution takes place as late at 2:00 pm so if you think that you have a chance of getting something, you hang around or else you can leave after re-entering the rally grounds. Our restorer (and driver) was confident of one prize at least, but judging from past experience, I wasn’t so sure. He insisted that we approach the judges again to impress upon them that the car was a new entrant, freshly restored and transported from Bombay. This we did but I knew that there was no chance (and correctly so) of any prize in the restoration categories because there weren’t enough photos showing ‘before and after’ pictures. If you want to compete for a restoration trophy in Calcutta, you have to make a case for the car. I’m told that photos are not given this degree of importance in Bombay. Anyway, I still hung around just in case and then just before 2 in the afternoon I spotted a rally marshal going to owners discreetly, informing them to line up to receive their prize (this is the norm here). To avoid prolonging the wait and probable disappointment for the guys from Bombay, I went up to the marshal to check whether car no. 18 was on list and it wasn’t. No surprises there, or so I thought. Just then, another marshal approached the car and asked us to line up. My immediate reaction was more of shock than joy - how on earth did this car get a prize, be it by default or otherwise? Cynicism temporarily forgotten, the car received the prize for being transported the longest distance.
And the winner is... 1) Proud Restorer and 2) the car's caretaker Proud passengers! Hmm...a silver salver, not bad Let the celebrations begin! Bitter Sweet victory
After congratulating Harit (thank you very much sir!) I bid goodbye to my new friends from Bombay and promptly headed to the club to celebrate till late.
Lesson learnt? You won't always get what is rightfully yours, but if you fight for it, you may just.