Warning : not for readers without sense of humour ππ
25/10/2016
Driving a manual car is Β aΒ little like love making. Β Β There is a remarkable degree of sensitivity involved. Β Β The left and right feet and indeed legs, need to work in harmony; Β all senses have to be alert to the slightest change in vibration, sound or heaven forbid shudder. Β Β
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 ππ not the least of which is start again. (See what I mean about the similarity ?π’). Β Β
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. Β Β
So it has been with my little white cars for the last two weeks. Β Β Each looks pretty much the same; four wheels, steering wheel, in other words Β all the working parts look pretty much the same but don’t let that fool you. Β Β Just as I imagine π in the case of ‘the lovers’ Β – all parts look like they should work the same way. Β Β But there’s the catch – the subtle variations leave me floundering if, for one moment I ignore This particular car. Β Β Β 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 πππ
Imagine my language issues with 5 cars in two weeks!!!! No wonder I find myself single π³
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. Β Β 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 π 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 π€and give thanks for that Umweldt all around me as others anticipate my gymnastics –
how do we do it?