In those first few months of driving it, my left thigh would throb in pain every day. But the more I rolled around southern California in my bug, the easier it became. And eventually, the musculature of my nondominant leg would bulk up and adapt to that clutch.
Yup.
Want to see your body change? Keep doing something that redefines what your body thinks is normal. It will adapt to handle whatever you keep bringing.
Because that’s what bodies do.
Pretty clutch, right?
But not always.
That got me thinking.
If every person in a community for multiple generations had to step on tight clutches in manual old school VWs every single day? Their babies might eventually be born with the dense left leg muscles necessary for clutch-pushing.
You know, to adapt.
The messaging comes to us in different ways. Some subtle. Some less so. We’re admonished to make better choices--if not for ourselves then for our big mamas, granddaddies, pop pops, and abuelas.
But here’s what I’m wondering:
When are we going to talk about the clutch?
So check it:
Suppose your granddaddy came up in a time where clutches were so tight that certain folks would break their legs trying to push them. And HIS granddaddy before him lived in a time where it was legal for some folks' legs to get cut off altogether.
Just 'cause.
Then YOUR daddy went to the dealership in the 60’s & 70’s and there was a big red line down the center of it. Automatic transmissions on one side. Manuals on the other.
Even if your daddy COULD afford an automatic, your family wasn’t eligible for one.
Just 'cause.
Over time, the big red line wasn’t as easy to see. But everyone knew where it was.
After a while, some folks whose granddaddies ALWAYS had automatic transmissions didn’t even know what a clutch was.
Secretly they’d wonder: “Why do they keep getting the same crappy cars?”
Some said out loud: “Hey! Why won’t you just push harder, man?”
Some in your generation had the chance to get automatic transmissions. But they still had those hypertrophied muscles. An evolutionary relic of people who had to push harder clutches than others.
Yup.
Most remained on the other side of the red line, though.
A lot can keep a clutch stiff or makes driving hard?
Stress.
Rust from lack of access to maintenance.
Someone taking a wrench and tightening it on purpose.
Or shackling legs to make sure you can’t drive at all.
So what do we do?
I’d say step 1 is realizing that if you’ve come from a long line of descendants with automatic transmissions? Or if you didn't but DO have ready access to them because of who you are? Know that you’re privileged.
Step 2 is to think about the clutch.
While there may be some free will involved in clutch-pushing, I’m realizing that this isn’t the real narrative.
It isn’t.
We need our mechanics--many of whom are in the same lineage of those earlier mechanics--to pay attention. To the clutch, man.
The clutch.
My heart feels sad when I see the #COVID statistics on the news.
A man steps to a microphone.
We are told to do better.
Push harder.
A tiny voice asks, “What’s wrong with us?”
"Nothing!" I say out loud.
I will drown out that narrative.