LadyEmeraude
Senior Member
all about stick shifts and automatics...
That reminds me of when I met my husband to be. I had a Fiat 500 which didn't have syncromesh gearbox. Fortunately, I had been taught how to double declutch so it was never a problem for me. However, my husband had never been shown how to double declutch and despite my attempts to teach him he never did master it completely. He hated that car.... I loved it.My wife's previous car, a BMW, is the only automatic that she, or I, have driven. When the car started to cause big repair bills it was time for it to go. She chose a six speed, manual, VW Golf. Twenty-two years later it's still going strong. Reason being, it shares a heated garage with a vintage MG.
Has anyone heard of a crash-gearbox? A non-synchronous transmission, also called a crash gearbox, is a form of manual transmission based on gears that do not use synchronising mechanisms. They require the driver to manually synchronise the transmission's input speed (engine RPM) and output speed (driveshaft speed).
The little Austin that I had when I first met my wife had such a gearbox, she loved that car so I taught her how to change gear without synchromesh. It's a system known as: "double-declutch." During any shift, disconnecting drive components via a clutch unloads the force from the opposing components from the engine and transmission. Using the clutch for each shift out of, and then into, each gear is double clutching.
Fast forward to her joining the ambulance services. She is out with two other trainees in a big Ford car, under instruction to learn how to drive in emergency conditions. They call it: "Blues & Two's." Blue flashing lights and two tone horns. The car was manual gear change but it had synchromesh gears. However, the instructor wanted them to learn the art of double declutching because it gives a patient with severe trauma injuries, a smoother ride to the hospital.
The two young men were all for this. The first one all but wrenched the gear lever out, the second practically tied it in a reef knot. Now it was the woman's turn. The two young men smiled smugly, what would she do if they couldn't master it? She gave them a master class in how to double-declutch, that's what she did. The instructor was impressed, "Done this before?" He asked, "Once or twice," my wife replied, returning the young men's smug smile. It made her day.
