Preparing for the day I hope I'll be buying a new tractor, I've been trying to warm Mrs. SmallChange up to the idea. Not that she would have to be involved, exactly -- it's just that anything the size of a small car, that roars, and is bright orange, she's gonna notice. It didn't go so well last time. I'd like a smoother ride to ownership this time.
And I was explaining that wrestling with the steering on the old tractor is getting too hard on my old neck (in which the surgeon says I don't have a single normal disk) and shoulders (rotator cuff surgery a few years ago too). I say, "I want something with power steering."
Then she says, "Uh huh. Next you're gonna want a new car, too."
"What? No! Why? I love my car!"
"Honey, your car's a stick shift."
"So?" I say.
"Stick shifts can't have power steering!"
We proceed to arguing whether it's possible for my two year old manual transmission car to have power steering, her look alternating between pitying my ignorance, and trying to figure out what I'm trying to put over on her.
I gotta admit. This is one point I just wasn't prepared to debate.
And I was explaining that wrestling with the steering on the old tractor is getting too hard on my old neck (in which the surgeon says I don't have a single normal disk) and shoulders (rotator cuff surgery a few years ago too). I say, "I want something with power steering."
Then she says, "Uh huh. Next you're gonna want a new car, too."
"What? No! Why? I love my car!"
"Honey, your car's a stick shift."
"So?" I say.
"Stick shifts can't have power steering!"
We proceed to arguing whether it's possible for my two year old manual transmission car to have power steering, her look alternating between pitying my ignorance, and trying to figure out what I'm trying to put over on her.
I gotta admit. This is one point I just wasn't prepared to debate.