One of the many things I loved when I was a bicycle racer, was the feeling of being one with the bike. My body, and only my body, was powering the machine. Everything—from what I ate, what I drank, how much (or little) I slept the night before, and so on—affected how well I could ride. While not exactly the same, I have a similar experience when driving a manual transmission. I’m in control, or at least more connected, to the car. Mostly, I enjoy the freedom to shift gears as I need to. And though I may pine for an automatic when traffic is awful and I’m sick of working the clutch, ultimately, I never want to trade the experience of that connection.
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