Here is what you will encounter on an Indian road, often simultaneously: cars, motorbikes, cows, trucks, farm vehicles, hand- or oxen-drawn carts, more cows, bicycles, tuk-tuks (three-wheeled electric vehicles), goats, rickshaws (pedal-bicycle vehicles), pedestrians, even more cows, children walking to and from school waving to you, men and women walking along with impossibly large sacks and bundles balanced on their heads, cows lying in the centre of the road (even highways) while traffic whizzes past, and, to top it all off, passengers on the back of a motorbike holding two goats crisscrossed in their laps.
And this is all kept in beautiful check by the judicious – and very polite – use of the vehicle horn. So far I have travelled in a car across India for almost 25 hours and I have never seen a traffic accident or even an altercation. It is quite amazing – even the trucks have “PLEASE HORN” written across the back so they can help a driver behind them pass on the typical one-lane roads. So different from the way Americans use their car horns as a tool of abuse. Cultural differences – the magic of travel.