My last trip to chor bazaar yesterday has been most lucrative yet painful. We've all heard stories of cars that turn up in the bazaar, mercilessly hacked to bits every day. Somehow I never saw any particularly interesting cars being scrapped personally, untill now.
I was just strolling around sniffing for any killer deals for classic car parts, and was about to return empty handed (sort of). On my way out I was shocked to see this very forlon yet regal looking 55 Fiat Millecento being wheeled in on a
haathgaadi! You can tell till not too long ago this car must have been something very special indeed.
Further pronging and im told the car belonged to an elderly Parsee gent at Walkeshwar, and he bought it brand new. Doesnt that sound familiar? I was still gathering my wits trying to comprehend what was about to happen, till I see the @#$%^s pushing the car off the haathgaadi onto its side to unload the car! After yelling profanities (much to the amusement of the others around), I start negotiating to buy the car complete before it is damaged. Surprisingly, the push didnt even give the car a scratch. Im discouraged, and told the car is just too rotten and the papers have disintegrated to pieces. Im still keen, and trying to reason with the scrap dealer, till he silences me very cleverly. All he did was take a screwdriver and poke it gently on the bulkhead...through and through. Im convinced! Bombays notorious weather had taken its toll, the car was just beyond repair.
I still hung around to watch it being scrapped and grab the parts I wanted, which took a total of 2 hours precisely. It's really a sight to see the car crumble so easliy with just a chisel and hammer. Whatever part I wanted, was just chiseled around and handed over...noone bothers to unscrew nuts bolts and the like...you just cut the metal around it.
It was such an original car, Ive never seen one quite like it. Note the delicate bakelite surrounds, and that cool period tachometer. Very rarely does a 55 steering wheel and horn button last so long, they usually crumble to pieces after this long.
5 mins after they began, the front end was out, and carted away bit by bit.
15 mins later, the doors were gone, & the B pillars were hacked out.
Within the next hour (with a tea break), the roof was hacked off, and carted away by 4 people, who looked eerily like pall bearers carring the dead body on their shoulders to the towers of silence
Now it was down to the chassis after the seats were just yanked out by hand (yup, thats how rusty it was). I made sure the dash was carefully cut in one piece, to hang on my wall.
By the time it was all over, engine and axles were carted away, the remains were litterally just swept away with a broom.
The experience was quite surreal...What a way to spend my birthday!Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
RIP.