My car is a six speed.
And in some situations, it can be a big difference.
When riding together, we almost always rode in Roger's car.
And almost always Roger drove.
Roger liked to drive.
I only like to drive long distances.
I hate local driving.
And related/unrelated, I hate driving myself everywhere now. I just want to be driven so badly.
In those rare occasions that Roger drove my car, it was great.
I like being a passenger in my car.
Except, we would get on the highway or a road with a speed limit of 55 mph, and someONE would forget that my car had a sixth gear.
And most days instead of being a nice wife and gently reminding my husband that he had another gear to go, I became a protective car owner.
I would praise him if he did it without me reminding him though.
If I was being a good nice wife, I would just gently tap his hand.
Now when I'm on the highway and I move into sixth gear, I smile or cry.
Depends on my mood.
But I almost always think of Roger.
And the reminding of "Sixth. Dear, sixth."