Not that it is of any significance but my first engagement of clutch was done in the reverse gear. My father sat next to me as I gingerly tried to reverse the car from the parking lot of the hotel we were staying in. I had seen him (more specifically his legs) do this plenty of times. Not to mention the countless occasions I had practiced on a stationary car every time we went out, as I waited for my parents to lock the house and my mom to re-check. But despite it all, the car stalled. Calmly, He told me to just press the clutch if I am not sure and press the brake to stop the roll. So I tried again. Sure, it wasn’t smooth but the car did pull back. I pressed the clutch and slotted the gear shift into first as I repeated the gentle lift of the clutch pedal and subsequent easing in of the throttle. As if on command, the car moved forward. As the four wheels moved, a 16 year old heart gained a new life. And there, on the sands of Daman and Diu, in an 800 cc car with less horses then the number of states in America, a father gave his second son the best gift of his entire life. Today, the son is struggling with his choice of a gift. May be he knows what’s best, but 8000 miles is a price that even he can’t pull off.
Nice post. But perhaps you are trying to do something thats not feasible? I doubt you can find the power to overshadow those measly 37 horses – and even if you did, there is plenty more where that came from.
Thanks. I completely agree with what you say..
Those were simpler times when 37 horses sufficed. Now even 200 seem puny..
going places, globe trotter 🙂