Clutch, the no.1 enemy

My brother and I seem to have spells of car transportation work. We service our cars out of town, so every couple of weeks or months we play musical cars. I enjoy driving my brother's car, it has a good stereo and different handling to my own.
All I have to remember is that the wipers and indicators are on the other side, usually I'm all set by the time we get home.

I also kangaroo hop a bit though when starting off, the clutch has never been my friend.

I used to tease my brother that all I would drive would be automatics. This drove him crazy as he is a true manual convert and all the family's cars have been manual.

After learning on a manual, I finally faced an automatic about a year ago. Believe it or not I'd never driven one. I felt like a total dimwit when trying to figure out how to turn it on and how to put it in drive while revving it in neutral and wondering why it didn't work. It was all rather foreign without the clutch.

I must say I loathe the clutch. I'm glad my hometown is rather flat because I feel incredibly nervous when doing a hill start. The thought of stalling is a fate worse than death. Oh the embarrassment, the loss of control, re-starting the engine!

I wish I'd got over this rather irrational fear while learning to drive. As it was it took me three tries to pass my final. Maybe the solution is to drive an automatic but that would giving in too easily for such a small bug bear.
Dare I say it, my mind would turn off in an automatic and my left hand would be empty. I'm well and truly a manual convert and that clutch, love it or hate it is a necessary evil.