A tribute to a taxi

Not a single plain straight panel on it, a bazillion miles over terrain that would defeat a modern SUV, on an odometer that’s probably long since given up clocking along with the rest of the instrumentation; still tackling this evening’s thunderous rain and treacherous flooding like a trooper, this ancient Datsun Sunny taxi, having long over-baked in the fierce South Asian sun, welds upon welds, constituting a hotchpotch of mix and match cannibalised and recrafted parts, keeps plying its unrelenting trade on the thankless streets of Karachi. This isn’t a classic, it’s a beaten-up and hardened old warrior that refuses to die. Salute.