Friday, July 07, 2006
( 7:15 AM ) teahouse
I have ambitious plans this weekend.
I'm going to teach the Boy how to drive stick shift.
When I was a teenager, I learned how to drive in a Nissan Sentra with manual transmission and no power steering.
In my mind, if you can't drive stick, you can't drive. None of those pansy-ass automatics. The world is divided up into two kinds of people - those of us who can drive stick, and the rest, for whom I have no use.
To me, driving stick is a sublime experience. You are one with your car. You always know how fast you're going. You're always in tune with it.
Remember that scene in Jurassic Park where the T-rex is chasing the car full of people through the jungle? If that driver hadn't known manual transmission, they would have been dinosaur hors d'oeuvres before the scene even got started.
My new car will have manual transmission. So I told the Boy that if he wants to drive it, he has to learn.
It will be an interesting weekend. Sister: If you're reading this, I promise we'll be gentle with your clutch.
Wish us luck. #