A 3,500km pan-Indian adventure in a 7 horsepower glorified lawnmower. The Rickshaw Run is easily the least sensible thing to do with two weeks.
At each end of the Run is a party of earth shattering proportions but what is between them is all down to you. And luck - good or bad.
No set route, no back-up, no way of knowing if you're going to make it. The only certainty is that you will get lost, you will get stuck and you will break down.
It's just you and your mates in a wholly unsuitable vehicle, traversing the subcontinent enduring whatever shit the road throws at you.
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The runners have battled through the final few miles of exhaust fumes and desert dust and are spluttering over the finish line. Some of them have working Rickshaws with them.
It's week 2 and our runners are still working their way up the west coast. It's going well. Except when it's not.