My Hooptie

Oct. 16th, 2011 06:18 pm
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My car broke down a couple of weeks ago for the last time. I donated it to charity and bought a clunker for an irresistible price. The cash-for-clunkers program made it near-miraculous to find a cheap used car, so I jumped on this one.

I can live with the absence of air conditioning, sound system, front grill, and locks. I accept the windsheild wipers turning on whenever I accelerate, the trunk refusing to latch until I've slammed it two or three times, and the lining of the ceiling drooping down on my head like a hat. It is indisputably the worst car I have ever owned, but all these things remind me how much money I'm saving. That makes me feel good.

The problem is the stick shift. I was not prepared for the intensity of resentment a manual transmission would inspire in me.

Over the course of a trip, with each stall-- with each lurch-- with each tire-screeching takeoff-- I change gears with progressively less attention. I actually fantasize about the damage I'm doing to my car. Why? Because I am acting out a fantasy in which I am torturing the vehicle for its rebellion. In fact, I feel like I am the one rebelling, through my refusal to participate in its unreasonable demands. I mutter "I will not be subject to my own property!" over and over.

Every time I drive, I feel angry exhaustion, as if I had just been in an argument that escalated into an emotional tirade. It's unhealthy, so I hope that soon our relationship will enter the stage of resigned despair, where nobody is mad because their expectations are so low. Maybe I should marry it.

I understand that manual transmissions have their fans. I know many of them! I've had this conversation several times in the past week. But whatever benefits they claim to find, are located in that point in the middle of the clutch pedal's range of motion. You know the one. The one where the precise amount of acceleration has to happen with precision timing. It is a microscopic distance, bordered on the one side by stalling, and on the other by lurching. I do not believe I will ever hit that spot consistently.

Do you know why? Because I don't care. I could do it if I wanted to! How talented you are at something is usually a function of how interested you are in it. Trivial efficiencies are not important enough to make it worthwhile to achieve an astronaut-like level of piloting skill. The efficiencies are outweighed by tedium, discomfort, and distraction.

It's not that I can't drive stick. It's that I resent minutiae in every sphere of life. I resent being required to act like a mindless machine; to do things that machines should be doing. I've got too much of that right now. This is one source of minutiae against which it is OK to express a full range of emotion. If you are a stick shift fan, I apologize for disparaging your life choices.

Date: 2011-10-17 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blue-duck.livejournal.com

You are awesome. :-)

Date: 2011-10-17 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] matt-arnold.livejournal.com
If I'd known ranting was attractive, I would have been doing it more often!

Date: 2011-10-17 04:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] druidsfire.livejournal.com
The only time I've driven a stick shift in the past decade was when I was in the UK, driving a rental down the length of Loch Ness on a beautiful cloudless blue-sky day on a narrow winding road, because /damn/ it, I was gonna make that pilgrimage to Eilean Donan, and the fact that across the pond, it's all about the manual transmission wasn't gonna get in my way.

Thank goodness that the pedals were in the same sequence we're used to in American cars, clutch-brake-gas, even tho the clutch was closest to the axle in the middle, cos having to shift with the /left/ hand (oh, and /roundabouts/ long before Ann Arbor started chucking them over there off of 23)...?

It was an adventure.

Date: 2011-10-17 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pstscrpt.livejournal.com
Stickshifts can be fun to drive, if you're so inclined. But not on a car in poor shape.

Date: 2011-10-19 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skintwospud.livejournal.com
>I resent being required to act like a mindless machine

To me, that's what driving an automatic is like.

But I agree that driving a CRAPPY stick shift, while is good to develop your skills and not hurt a nice car, isn't necessarily fun. But if you think of the machinery that *you* are controlling, when *you* want to, you may start to enjoy having power over it. Just a thought. ;)

There is very little better than driving an AWESOME stick shift, on perfect roads, with good tires. oh my god. transcendent.

Date: 2011-10-19 12:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] matt-arnold.livejournal.com
The problem with what you just said is that it is predicated on the notion that there is something for me to gain. In reality, the only change is that I now must constantly fend off vehicle failure. I have everything to lose with a stick shift, and nothing to gain. This "control" is an abstract concept in a vacuum. Even though I can drive a stick shift now, I control less than I did before. Consider your phrase "when *you* want to". What action could I possibly want to take, which I can take now, and couldn't before?

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