The best thing about the British roadster I had was that if you were real careful you could get it moving from a standstill in third gear. Compared to the piece

The best thing about the British roadster I had was that if you were real careful you could get it moving from a standstill in third gear. Compared to the piece of shit X-shaped transmission on a piece of shit Chevy with no torque that I learned on, this was a godsend. Some of that was the hydraulic clutch, and part the engine - which descended from tractor engine designs. But the other thing you could do on that transmission was stomp on the clutch pedal, shift out of 2nd on the way to the floor, and into 3rd on the way back up. Where your foot was, the clutch plate was, down to the mm. Fastest I ever shifted a car without double clutching.