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The Cold night of summer 2005, we were on our way back to
Abbotabad from Naran valley after a tiresome but wonderful
journey. It was as cold as winter. We were driving the jeep at
high-speed because we couldn’t bear the cold as we were just in
a single shirt.
All I could feel was the darkness and the hilly mountainous
road; suddenly the jeep went slow and finally stopped. The only
wire to the accelerator was broken. We couldn’t find any help in
the vicinity all we could see was a dark hilly forest. One of
us figured out a solution, he put a small piece of stone into
the accelerator so that at least moved the jeep but with a bit
by bit velocity.
As we were moving, we heard a police siren behind us. Two of the
cops stepped out of the vehicle and asked us to stop. We stopped
the jeep but as the accelerator was still on and making noise,
cops thought we were trying to irritate them. We had a brawl and
finally we have to switch off the engine.
When we made them all clear, they left in vain. We started the
engine back and carried our slow journey like a crawling insect.
That was irritating too. We had to figure some other thing out.
Suddenly the old joggers in the back of jeep gave us an idea.
Why not to tie the two laces and fix it with the accelerator.
That seemed quite useful. We did it but the problem we had was
how to tie it with the accelerator pad. As we were thinking, the
next scene I saw, my cousin started the jeep and said, lets
drive. He was driving like a crazy racer, with his right hand on
staring and left holding the laces and accelerating the jeep by
hand. That was the first and only time I saw someone
accelerating the vehicle by hand. Finally we made to Abbotabad.
The next morning we buy a new accelerator wire with an extra
one.
Now Cops, laces and the accelerator are the most important
elements that remind me of that wonderful night.
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