I grew up learning how to drive on stick cars (I wonder how much of that is evident
nowadays with teens?). Always had a knack for them and had ample opportunity to drive
just about anything over the decades - and probably can still climb into about any vehicle
and drive it out of instinct.
You either have that in you or you don't, I suppose. You can teach most folks how to drive
a stick, but only so many actually have the mechanical empathy or whatever to really be
any good at it naturally....
The rest of 'em used to eat clutches, I reckon.
I went through a bunch of years where I had no Mopar AND no stick cars around, though.
From around 2000 to 2010, everything was an auto (usually company pickups or some such)
and I had sold my last Mopar in a bind years before.
Family obligations, all that jazz....
SO, when I decided (after all that was over and all the cancer/health crap had begun in my life)
that I was going to get one....last.....Mopar (I was understandably morbid in my humor in those days),
the first determination of which one to get was FOUR SPEED.
Mandatory.
Short of someone waving a 426 hemi auto under my nose for $5k, I was going to pick out a 4 speed,
come hell or high water.
It was going to be a b-body (no offense to any others, I just "fit" in these better), it was going to be a
big block of some sort but most importantly, it was going to be a stick car.
Those criteria are my "roots" in this hobby. All my Mopars over the years share those attributes (short
of one original owner '68 Bee auto that was such a steal, I couldn't turn it down).
The significance of what I chose for my "last" Mopar was further magnified (beyond my history as described
above) by the fact that at the time (2010), I had issues with rudimentary daily life - walking, standing,
things like that had been robbed of me by the cancer, so thinking "I gotta have another Mopar - 4 SPEED!"
was downright ludicrous/insane, given the situation....
but I had decreed it so in my heart, so that is where I headed off towards, despite the usual consultations
of those around me at the time.
The rest of the story, you all know already. GTX found and procured, cancer returned, I "died" a few more
times in the process, GTX got all fixed up during recoveries from whatever procedures/surgeries, etc.
BUT....
I GOT MY DAMN 4 SPEED.
Manual brakes and steering, too - and I drive it as often as I can and ALWAYS against the advice and wishes
of the medical folks.
My wife used to express her concerns about it, too.
She's learned over the years, though.....
All thanks to
God and my wife, still here, still banging gears.