Fifteen years ago, I bought a new vehicle. I didn’t splurge on all the options packages, but I bought something that I thought would serve me well for the years to come. (I probably didn’t do too bad as that is still my main vehicle today.) The truck was great. I felt mighty on the road after driving around in a sporty little Talon for years. The truck wasn’t too hard, it wasn’t too soft, it was just right…except when I tried to use cruise control.
The cruise control in the truck was (and remains to this day)…funky. I don’t know how else to describe it (okay, I actually could describe the problem in terms of messed up gains in a PID controller). On long rides, I would occasionally try turning on cruise control only to be reminded of why I didn’t use it. The technical term is herky jerky. And it was subtle. Just enough to be uncomfortable…but not pronounced enough that any company-serving service department manager would ever acknowledge it (not that I tried).
With the purchase of this vehicle, cruise control became uncomfortable. I stopped using cruise control. Using cruise control was…weird.
In my life, when I’m on cruise control – making decisions like I’ve always made them, or doing something without really thinking – it feels weird. That really isn’t the life I want to live. And when I do slip into cruise, things get a little…herky jerky.
It’s not something that really needs to be fixed…but maybe really should be.