We have hired a car so we can get around the island. We got it from “It Go” rentals. The advertising was correct to the extent that the only thing they promise is that “it go”. Plod is a Daihatsu Charade.
Plod doesn’t go over speed bumps, of which there are many here on Tortola. We gave a couple a ride to the ferry building the other day. Plod scraped along the speed bump every time, even when Gary took the bump boy-racer styles and went over on an angle.
Plod doesn’t like pot holes, again, of which there are many in Tortola. We drive around at about 40km an hour. It feels like we are going incredibly fast. It’s not just that there are sheep and cows roaming around every corner, or that the steering wheel is on the wrong side and in the passenger seat I am facing the oncoming traffic. It is because none of the cars can go over (or through) the pot holes, so everyone swerves to the wrong side of the road to avoid them – making for some very heart stopping driving!
Plod doesn’t like hills. After doing the link around the Island, involving some seriously steep hills, the floor became alarmingly hot. Every hill was taking our lives into our own hands (or Plod’s hands). You can never tell whether it is about to give up and slide backwards down the hill.
Plod doesn’t like right hand corners. Every time we go around a right hand corner a graunching sound screams from Plod’s left hand wheel. This could be the root cause of why Plod’s left hand tire is burning hot, too hot to touch, or why it feels like the ABS brakes are kicking in with every revolution of the wheel.
We love Plod nonetheless and are enjoying the freedom of being able to explore the island.
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