I dance with my cars. No, seriously. Every car we own is a manual shift. My RAM has a 5 speed and a free flowing aftermarket exhaust. There is nothing like pulling into a parking lot and taching it up to 4 grand and then lifting off the accelerator and listening to that barrel chested beast pop and snarl. Then clutch in and throttle blip. That is the stick-shift tango my friend. And then there's the thrill of catching the shift point just right; feeling the tranny load the engine up as you catch the cam just right and that baby launches you through the perfect 0-60 or quarter mile. Double clutching (even though you don't have to). Backing it into the space at the local Show & Shine, blipping the throttle and easing the clutch out. It usually takes me 5 minute to park just because I love making those sounds. Dancing.

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