Automatic Transmissions are for Sissies

I have spent the past week driving around a rental car. The car, a 2006 Chevy Cobalt is without a doubt in my mind the worst vehicle I have ever driven. Although it is made entirely out of plastic, the Cobalt itself isn’t really a bad car. It’s reasonably fuel efficient and comfortable, and despite the fact that the particular example I lived with for a week was falling apart after two years of abuse in a rental fleet, I would guess that its fairly reliable as well.

What then makes this car even worse than my previous worst car ever driven, the 1985 Subaru Justy stationwagon with no doors and no drivers seat?