Uncle Tom's truck was an International Harvester circa 1930, I suppose. Who knows what the original colour was - it was a matte purple by my generation.
There was a starter on the floor, and a long stick shift; the green leather seats were worn and cracked. Everything rattled; talking to any one in the truck was impossible while hurtling down a field road.
My sister and I, most of our cousins, and even a few of my friends learned to drive in Uncle Tom's truck.
So, when I saw the jeeps at Karanambu, it was love at first sight.