syh

Even though I have yet to finish Operation No Replacement for Displacement, my mind has already begun formulating yet another automotive project guaranteed to end in either heartbreak or insolvency. Yep, I want to convert my Great American Sedan (or its successor) to manual transmission. I blame a simmering loathing for slushboxes coupled with a steady diet over the past couple months of The Sweeney. All those Consuls, Cortinas, Granadas, and Transits had sticks; why can't I?


(It's a good thing my garage is small & unheated. I'd never leave the property if I could accommodate two ill-starred projects simultaneously.)