We have all got used to the comfort of a bucket seat in a car, or the saddle seat in a two wheeler, that we feel like being on a throne.
The first drive-ins were the petrol bunks, which we never felt as anything special, it was the other places which brought out the noticeble difference.
The most famous was the woodlands of the then Madras, with its large spacious forested parking space, earning it's name on Radhakrishnan road, with their delicious South Indian cuisine, and winning affluent diners at their windowed doors.
This morning at the market I noticed a buyer reach to a vendor on the roadside, braking at his mat step, the engine idling, making a buy after a bargain and scooting away.
He must be a very busy one, loosing the joy of a casual stride to the market, gossiping, meeting friends, and making a round and finally buying the best of the farm produce.
Our village cart-o-restaurants too have started the drive in service with no dine ins available, unless you prefer to hold and stand.
Our walking space is getting less and less, and our walks too, walk while you still can, to where you could.
Soon we will be driving out for a walk.
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