So we get an order by email from an events company for a wedding rickshaw. This is not unusual as it sounds because compared to a short limo trip the whole thing remains closer to the traditional horse and carriage style of transporting of bride and groom. Lot’s of interacting with guests and street based well wishers.
Now this Autum seams to have been in particular very busy but it’s good planning in my book, as you get some one to snuggle for the winter .
Now the events company usually are suitably vague as to what will happen, so the hapless rider can have anything ranging from a climb to mount Olympus to a film shoot, in this case it was transport booked for 1am on Sunday morning just near Richmond. The style was to be of a traditional Indian rickshaw. So my first task was to head off to find decorations, which were authentic, Bethnal green turned out to be the best spot for shopping and a swarm if friendly ladies advised me on colour schemes and patterns.
Then back to the base and ways to make it fit to our amazing little beast, 5 hours all carpets, seat covers and roof netting secured and made to sparkle.
The next step was booking a van, as the distance for this job was over 15 miles and a 3hr return trip at 2am on a Sunday morning, along a dual carriage way, is not advised with a 130kg rickshaw.
After using the van to pickup up a number of other items, to ensure we got our money’s worth, it came to trying to fit the wedding trike into the van.
To my horror, after having used a similar van a number of time, I discovered that the rickshaw on this occasion with this van, did not fit.
Not the best thing to know, two hours to the starting line.
I quick think and I chose not to take off the wheels to get it in but chose the obvious easy route by getting a friend with a bigger van. New van loaded, myself and said friend raced off to meet a newly married couple. We followed the satnav to our hidden spot on a private road fenced off from the world.
The street, was populated with multi million pound mansions and was surprisingly unlit. The best man popped out just as we unloaded, with around 30 mins to go. Happy that the last of his plan had arrived he looked us over smiled and then asked me the killer question ‘do you have lots if lights in it?’
Looking at the dark road in the middle of the night, I understood what he meant but when we were booked no mention is made that we have things like hills, 1000 kids or an unlit road, so it’s hard to find the right mix of things to bring for ever possible dice role of Lady Luck.
So, again a bit of thinking later we had a mix of bike lights and tape holding in place enough of a spot light to light the newly weds.
Then just to make it interesting the best man brings out a meter square neon sign and a battery to weigh me down.
After more stringing and hanging it’s all done, wedding special ready to role.
The actual pickup, photoshoot and cycle ride to the end if the road is nothing but spectacular with myself grinning as if I got the bride. All the work was worth it in the end.