Kulashekhar: Once my father drove Prabhupada from the London airport to Bury Place in his white Jaguar Mark II, a car with red leather seats and an exceptionally smooth ride. Prabhupada sat in the front with my father and I sat in the back with Pradyumna and Shyamasundar. We were in the middle lane of a three-lane road by the British Museum when a red double-decker bus was in the lane to our right and another one was in the lane to our left. Then those two buses almost closed in on our car. It was very dangerous. My father spontaneously screamed, “Haribol,” slammed down on the gas pedal, and our car took off through a small gap that opened between the buses. Prabhupada turned to my father and beamed at him. Years later my father wrote me, “Remember when I was driving Swamiji from the airport and those buses closed in on us and I screamed “Haribol!” and the buses parted just like the waves of the Red Sea parted for the Lord.” My father equated the experience of the buses parting to the parting of the Red Sea. That was something special for me.
Reference: Remembrances by Sidhanta Das- Folio Vedabase
