At our house, that’s what we called a manual transmission — a standard. As in, the norm. As in, get used to working for everything.
My first car was a stick, so was my second, third, and forth. When I bought a Jeep Wrangler with an automatic at age 33, I finally understood how someone could fall asleep behind the wheel.
I drove a stick last night for the first time in ten years (unless you count a motorcycle, which I don’t, because motorbikes are their own species). It was fun, fun, fun. You can wring a lot of pep out of a standard.
Thanks to self-piloted cars, in years to come most folks won’t even know how to use an automatic transmission, much less a standard. Except for motorcyclists. Aaaayyyyy!!!!
Mega Vega 2000 SB TT
My first car was a 1997 Chevy Vega Coupe in black. Every time it needed a major repair, I added to its name. I miss that car.
Love those custom license plates — Whoo-P!