No I’m not speaking about my beloved bike Betty…

The clutch. Yes, I admit it. I ride the clutch. I LIKE riding it. I love cruising around corners in any ol gear. I love slowing down with the clutch in and skipping from 5th to 2nd. I feel so much more confident using that clutch as often as I like. The more I do, the less likely I will stall.

Mr Tweetheart does NOT love it. AT ALL. Apparantly it will wear out the clutch. I continually remember that television ad with the dad crossly saying ‘DON’T RIDE THE CLUTCH’. That’s what happens when Mr Tweetheart rides in the passenger seat. So, I’m trying to mend my ways. I’m trying to let each gear have their turn.

This habit of mine, all stems from not ‘properly’ learning how to drive ‘a stick’. I first got an auto license, only learning manual a few years later when I just HAD to buy a VW Beetle. The beetle, although gorgeous and shiny and downright cute, had a tendency to stall very very easily. She would also backfire in the early days. NOT useful for someone who had never driven ’stick’ before. Not useful at all. Our relationship wasn’t very long to tell you the truth, attributed to the fuel smell that gave me headaches, her lack of speed in our hilly outer eastern suburb, and my fear of blowing off the westgate.

I still haven’t posted about our trip to awesome Daylesford. To come, I promise!