My car has a clutch. My wife can’t drive it. It’s exhausting when something goes wrong with her car.
Depends on the person. I had an ex I spent about 4 hours in a parking lot trying to teach and she never got the take off down. I think some people are incapable of driving a standard.
Not that I’m condoning this, but, take the keys to the other car away, and give them a headstart and I bet they’d figure it out precisely one commute’s time away from their next shift at work.
I think part of the difficulty is people ‘learning’ to drive stick in a parking lot. That’s good for 30 minutes, but you won’t actually get a feel for it unless you properly drive around.
Honestly though, I think if someone is actually incapable of driving a manual transmission car, then they probably shouldn’t have a license in the first place, it shows such a lack of fine motor control that it brings in to question their ability to manage other aspects of driving.
I just can’t feel that point where the clutch engages/disengages so I keep stalling at take off or grinding the gears when shifting. Haven’t tried again in a decade.
For someone with extremely high anxiety, yes it does. She’s like a chihuahua.
I have extremely high anxiety and can attest that it took a lot of time and effort to master a stick shift. It’s definitely valid that your wife doesn’t want to go through that struggle.
Throw her on a hill and she’ll see that it’s way easier than she expects to find the catch. I’m also pretty high strung, generally speaking, and when I couldn’t get a hang of changing gears, the moment would devolve into sheer panic and make everything worse as I snubbed the engine with each attempt. And this was during parking lot practice with someone’s old car that they were planning on junking anyways, so no need for that level of stress whatsoever.
But then I was taken to a little incline where I could clearly /feel it/ for the first time and after that, I just “got it”.
I’ve yet to find anything in this world that is more zen or fun than driving a Miata on a winding country road with my dog in the passenger seat.