Love on two wheels

Sadly, my kids are unlikely to experience one of the great mating rituals of my time.
The ritual is peculiar to a city like Pune, where two-wheelers are the life-blood of commuting. Hence, to get a girl to ride pillion with you used to be a milestone. If, and when, she held you on that bike… it was huge – equivalent to like, say, what the Americans would call ‘second base’.
It represented a public display of affection (which generally translated into uninhibited private displays). It also marked you as her’s.
Beats the backseat of a car any day?