Adventures in stick.
My car has been making unhappy noises lately. So until we can get her in to the mechanic tomorrow, Matt’s car is the car. Which wouldn’t be a big deal except for Matt’s not driving until we know what’s happening with his license.
Which means more adventures in stick shift! I’m getting much better. Still I can feel Matt silently cringing in the passenger seat whenever the car lurches or makes a bad noise or I let the clutch out too fast. Now that I’ve got the basics, he’s just trying to let me drive and offer encouragement when I’m doing good.
I still wanted to know who decided it would be a good idea to make sticks.
Oh right. Those people who want to save gas.
Damn.
the concept of a car that automaticly adjusts gear ratios wasnt invented until sometime in the 70’s if I remember correctly and though an impressive feat in the way it was done (i’ll spare you the overt nerdyness here) but the recent improvements have made them come much closer in gas consumption, but I still prefer a manual; and as far as my traveles have taken me thus far the States has been the only country where an automatic has become the majority rule… granted this could just be my spite for my general opinion of lazy Americans
I despise the days when I’m forced to drive an automatic. The day they stop selling manual transmission cars is the day I move to a nice walkable city and splurge on a great bicycle.