My first car was a 1966 robin's egg blue Volkswagen. It had 5 gears, several dents and a spare tire under the hood. It also had a manual transmission and broken parking brake. As a 17 year old, I hated it. Actually, let me rephrase that. I loved the car! I just hated the shift I had to go through to drive it. Left foot clutch, right foot gas, right hand shift. It wasn’t easy. And, If you were stopped at a red light on a hill, well, you were in big trouble. A stalled car rolling backwards with a 17 year old at the wheel isn’t pretty.
A manual transmission was just to much for an impatient 17 year old to think about. Learning the timing and rhythm of when I had to upshift or downshift or stay in neutral was a nightmare. I can remember stalling my car for the one hundredth time while trying to make a right hand turn. I was so frustrated that I would never get the hang of shifting gears that I guided the car to the curb, got out, and walked away.
That’s right, I got out, closed the door, and walked away. I couldn’t wait for the day I could afford an automatic transmission, a transmission that did the gear shifting for me. Simple to use and easy to operate. Just put it in “D” and drive.
I have also observed good leaders try and make a turn, stall, get frustrated and walk away. I have been there myself. Good leaders stall, it’s partRead More