Luxury, sheer flipping luxury....:shifty:
When I were a lad, we could never afford proper slave cylinders, so we one of the picanniny types, you know, the dark ones crouching down by t'gearbox, and every time we kicked 'is ass he'd pull t'bloody lever and disengaged clutch like. Two kicks and the bugger would drop it back in again. 'Eeee, 'e used to get reet oopity when we 'ad to dooble declutch like, which were all t'time really. I tell ya, 'e were black & blue when we got back 'ome. Well, black anyway. Folks today don't know when they're well off I can tell thee. Aye.