In a message dated 98-10-18 18:28:53 EDT, you write:
<< Based on RPM, engine sound, road conditions, and a billion
other variables completely foreign to an auto tranny, my amazing
supercomputer-like brain computes the precise gear I should be in as I push
in the clutch, and bring up the rpm's. Biceps rippling, I slam the stick
into
the proper gear and the clutch is already on its way back up. The power
kicks
in like a JATO rocket burrowing into my chest. My radar detector tears off
the
windshield with an unholy shriek and smashes through the rear window. The
tires
smoke, the front end raises 3 feet, the asphault wrinkles as it bleeds molten
rubber, and I'm screamin' down the road executing the remaining shifts with
perfect timing and precision. Babies cry, men cringe in fear, and women
stare
adoringly. In mere seconds, I dissapear over the horizon and become nothing
more than a memory. The local elders will pass the legend of the manual
tranny
down through the generations. It is said that one day this warrior will
return
to free the world of the tyranny of the auto trannies forever. (Editors
note:
the preceding paragraph may have contained slight dramatization.)
> AND ya don't need a
short
>shifter :-) the only thing the auto doesn't do for me is help my terrible
>reaction times :-)
Heh heh heh! And I'd like to keep it that way, if possible. ;-)
-Jon- >>
OH MY GOD, I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am still crying tears of
laughter!!!!!!!! That was awesome, just about says it all!!!! YES!
Brad
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