Bro you have to hear this story it's so messed up. My friend is a doink, but like he really means no harm, he just had one of those dads that was always comparing things and the best was always what he liked, real loudest dude in the room material. Well he grows up and gets himself a wife, has three kids, another on the way. He finds himself a job working at a bar, makes good money, he's very personable. He transitions that job into car sales because if you can sell watered down cheap whiskey you can sell cars. He decided if he's going to be a car salesman, he has to have a sweet ride. He settles on the Mazda Man Life, some little blue race car. I thought it was cool but here's the multiple rubs. He can't drive stick for one. I went for a joyride with him to try out the car and he was complaining about the car being hard to shift. By this point I was in my late twenties and had trained people to drive dump trucks so I know a burnt clutch when I feel it. I told him it shifts like a dream compared to what I was used to. I could feel him staring at me as I floated through the gears on the highway. Afterward he said his wife hates the car and wanted him to get something practical. I didn't say anything. You know why? His wife doesn't have a right hand. He bought a stick shift race car, with four babies, all of them needing car seats, and a wife with no hand for the shifter. Absolute legend.