I love having a stick shift.

It means that if you’re tailgating me when I’m driving (ahem) 35 on Tennessee Ave at 3:15 PM, as the winner in the red pickup found, I will be able to immediately drop my speed to 20.

And then immediately bring it back up to 35.

Still there? Well how bout that, I just did it again.

Frustrating, huh sport?

Course, the stick isn’t much fun in the stop and go car line, but it was worth it to watch you bang your wheel on the curb when you tried to pass me as I turned left…