Warning : not for readers without sense of humour 😜😂
Driving a manual car is a little like love making. There is a remarkable degree of sensitivity involved. The left and right feet and indeed legs, need to work in harmony; all senses have to be alert to the slightest change in vibration, sound or heaven forbid shudder.
In the case of either of the first two, an immediate response is called for – but not a violent one mind you or you will jerk to an comfortable halt with all sorts of possible unpleasant consequences 😂😂 not the least of which is start again. (See what I mean about the similarity ?😢).
No, it requires a subtle but timely back and forth, up and down movement with again all senses involved, hands included to negotiate an onward motion towards one’s destination.
So it has been with my little white cars for the last two weeks. Each looks pretty much the same; four wheels, steering wheel, in other words all the working parts look pretty much the same but don’t let that fool you. Just as I imagine 😜 in the case of ‘the lovers’ – all parts look like they should work the same way. But there’s the catch – the subtle variations leave me floundering if, for one moment I ignore This particular car. That one may have responded to a quick sharp change but don’t try that on this one – a slow duet, one foot waiting for the other to engage, and then again a different rhythm for the next white car 😂😂😂
Imagine my language issues with 5 cars in two weeks!!!! No wonder I find myself single 😳
At least though, I find myself still alive – because you see I have discovered I am not the only one with ‘Umweldt’
Luckily it would appear others on the road have been gifted too. So that when my love language fails me and my car lurches violently forward (yup you got the idea) like when you’ve eaten something bad – it just keeps lurching again and again in a forward direction and I can only hang on and wait for it to stop, or when the robot (lights) change and all those behind me are ready to move forward – I find again I used the wrong language : well failed to use any language at all forgetting it wasn’t automatic and not noticing it had retreated into silent protest and I don’t move an inch.
So just as I imagine 😜 would be the case with ‘the lover’, there is first confusion, then disbelief that such a stupid thing could sabotage, then irritation, because there is after all only one person to blame (in this case me) and then the the deep breathe Begin again 🤔and give thanks for that Umweldt all around me as others anticipate my gymnastics –
how do we do it?