whitthoughtoftheday, 4/27/2011

Clutches have personality.  Some are really sensitive and like a gentle shift, others have a short fuse and will stall as if the whole car will bury itself into the ground on a whim, and still others are so hyped up on the car equivalent of caffeine that they're more jittery than unbalanced tyres on a road full of potholes.

Then there's the down-to-earth, broken-in kind that go, "Meh, whatever."

I like the down-to-earth kind the best.  It's like hanging out with an old buddy who's seen your messy house so many times that neither of you even notice any more.