I'm so used to manuals that sometimes automatics get on my nerves, "Hey car, I didn't want to shift gears right now."
I am Gud. I haven't owned an automatic for a couple of decades. Atlanta traffic is not an ideal place for them, and I do have to replace the clutch more often.
My father tried to teach me to drive a stick shift, but there was yelling. There was usually yelling, but in this case I was stuck in a VW Bug with him. My ex taught me and was remarkably patient with the terrible noises I made with his baby, a 240Z. Then my car died and we inherited a car with a manual transmission, so it was either master shifting or stop going to work. For the first couple of weeks, I screamed obscenities at anyone and anything that made me shift.
Never having owned a car, I've never felt the need for learning stick, although somehow I always felt I should.
In a zombie attack , it might be useful to be able to pop the clutch to start the car.
OTOH, with an automatic vehicle, you can fill it full of explosives, put it in gear, put a brick on the gas pedal and send it into a crowd of zombies.
I learned to drive stick in a blue yugo with a missing gas cap.
I learned to drive stick in a blue yugo with a missing gas cap.
Was it stolen by zombies?
Was it stolen by zombies?
No, but the Yugo factory employed zombies, so....
Was it stolen by zombies?
Not sure. The car itself was moved a number of times in order to steal my parking spot.
As in, college guys picked it up and removed it from my spot so they could have a parking spot. I got two tickets that way.
As in, college guys picked it up and removed it from my spot so they could have a parking spot.
My mom told a story about the guys in metalshop disassembling the football coach's VW bug and reassembling it inside the school gym; apparently this took just a few hours after school one night, so everyone came back to class in the morning, and there was a car...inside a room it had no way to get into because the doors were too narrow.
Much hilarity (and detention) apparently ensued. This SOUNDS like a Snopes-ish internet myth, but mom swears she saw the car in the gym...
On my bus route home there's one spot where the bus has to make a fairly sharp turn into a narrow lane. Remarkably often, there will be a car parked - illeglly - right at the corner. One day there was a group of large young men on the bus and the car blocking the turn was small. Yup - they piled off, picked up the car and moved it, got back on the bus (to applause), and the bus continued on its way.
