I miss you automatic bucklers. RIP.
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If you were tall, it was more like an abusive relationship.
It’d smash you in the head, ear or shoulder before hugging you. And if you unhooked the shoulder belt it would yell at you the whole time.
when i was little friends of our had one of those , but nobody else. since it seemed rare i though thats what owning an automatic (car) meant. learnt about the shifting thing way later.