Cows are sacred, and completely untouchable. They routinely walk down the middle of the highway, or lay down to rest in the road. In Varanasi, one bull wandered into a mens clothing shop (picture above, on right), and both the proprietor and the customers were honored and delighted. (And we now know, for certain, that cows go up and down stairs.) Other animals, especially goats and donkeys, are accorded similar deference.
Other than that, size rules. Trucks and buses go anywhere they want, and everybody else pretty much has to get out of the way. Everybody leans on the horn, and whomever gets their nose in front goes first. There's a popular saying that to be a good driver in India one needs three things: good brakes; a good horn; and good luck!
In Delhi, in city traffic, many cars fold their mirrors in (when you need them most?!) because vehicles pass so closely that they would get torn off. In the rural areas, at higher speeds, it's just as crazy.
There are staggering numbers of people. Every bus is jammed, often with people on top. Outside Khajuraho we saw 17 people in (or clinging to) a small auto-rickshaw designed for 3 people.
There are hundreds of millions of bicycles in India. Not fancy, fixed gear, practical bikes, but there are throngs of them in both cities and rural areas. But they're frequently forced off the road by vehicles.
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