NiceCupOfTea wrote:
Nah, m8, driving in heavy traffic in a manual is the only thing which provides the slightest element of technical challenge/skill/interest.
Look wuvsy, I'm sure you are a female Lewis Hamilton, but there are other factors that come into play. To whit, many people think of cars as a means of transportation, not a thrill ride or focus of interest.
Having an extra pedal to push or knob to twiddle actually provides no extra enjoyment and merely makes one think, "if an automated system can precisely and accurately control the engine of an F/A-18 as it lands on the moving deck of an aircraft carrier, why can't the onboard computer of a car handle the gears? Oh wait, it can! And doesn't Google have cars that handle the gearshifting and throttle and braking with a perfect safety record? Yes they do. So why should I waste processing cycles of my mind which would far rather be writing code, learning about the universe, drawing something, listening to music, or--let's face it, almost anything than pushing this effing pedal so I can move this effing stick!"
Then the further thought arises: "Why then do they still make cars with controls barely evolved from the 1940s? Its a sop to the sad people who want to believe that pushing this pedal and yanking this knob is marker of some sort of skill and accomplishment and they are somehow "good drivers" because they are doing it. It's the same reason the overmonied pillocks keep buying Bugati's and Ferrari's and pranging them a few miles down the highway... because more engine control means more car control... Still if they didn't believe this rubbish, they would be depriving connoisseurs of so much fine
schadenfreude"
I suppose I could mention that I am 6'3" and many cars are uncomfortably small for me to drive. I used to have a 72 VW Superbeetle, a very manual affair, and I had to adjust the position of the seatbelt bolt in the center frame in order to push the drivers seat all the way back on its tracks, effectively making the thing a three person car... in any case, my left leg would cramp after a few hours of constantly working the clutch on that thing in the summer heat in stop and go traffic in New York. I couldn't do it at all now--I can only tolerate a car with a decent seat the gives me real leg room and a pivoting steering wheel because I have degenerative disk disease and sciatica that relatively short periods of forcing my lower body into the wrong configuration causes to flare up for days or weeks.
But that's just agonizing pain, probably a great trade off for a little knob-pulling and pedal pushing, no? No, actually. I suppose if driving was the thing thing that brought me joy in the same way that astronomy or biology does, it would all be worth it, but since I think of driving as an experience that runs the gamut from boring chore, to dull task with briefly enjoyable moments, I would on the whole not risk weeks of searing pain for the sake of having a slightly more macho configuration in the car, that absolutely no one else will ever give a flying F about.
But there I am, going on about myself again, when this obviously about you, not me. If you are the sort of person whose mental life is enriched by controlling the clutch on a car engine, then you should by all means do the pedally-knobby thing as much as you like. To me it holds all the charm of watching ugly institutional paint dry, but if it's your cup of tea, bon apetit!
Hugs-n-kisses!