PCA—Larry had owned his 1999 911 Carrera for several months now, and I had yet to drive it. It intimidated me. Not because of the horsepower, but because of that stupid clutch.
Back in the 1970s, when I was a teenager (do the math), my mother had an old VW Beetle. On the backside of its lifespan, the car wasn’t road worthy. It was, however, suitable for the dirt track that wound its way through a deserted junkyard nearby.
If memory
serves, it was a four-speed, and my best friend and I took it for a tear through the junkyard. I’ll never forget the first time I shifted – got it from first to second – and it didn’t stall, buck, or otherwise explode.
