Rising from the assumed ashes of the scrap heap; it’s my car!
Saskatchewan has a public car insurance system. The provincial government administers and runs their own car insurance system. This is meant to reduce costs and maintain standards.
I know. I know. It’s essentially communism.
Apart from giving in to the Reds, it also means that we need to get safeties on any vehicles we take out west. Heather’s car is newish and will pass a safety with ease. My car, I had assumed, was too far gone to make bringing up to safety standards economical. However I decided to actually get an car expert person (mechanic) to back up my assumption. It turns out that my car is not remotely too far gone. Some things needed to be done but well within the economical worthwhile range.
Why is this critical? Because my car is awesome. That’s right, awesome. Despite it’s small engine and questionable handling, it has one very important feature.
A Manual Transmission.
A manual transmission is the difference between transporting yourself from point A to B and driving yourself from point A to B. Using an automatic transmission is a joyless, boring, mechanical existence. Using a standard transmission brings art, challenge, and grace to the act of transportation. Only when personally shifting gears do you achieve your full potential as a driver.
Heather’s car is an automatic; thus the surviving of my car is crucial.
Excuse me now, I must go and drive to the store and buy ketchup, and make several gear changes along the way.