What I do like to be able to do (and both my girlfriends do as well) is drive a stick shift with manual clutch as proficiently as a vehicle with automatic transmission. Best of all, none of my younger relatives has any idea how to drive a stick shift, so they never ask to borrow my car (which is also the first vehicle I have ever owned with power steering).
The girlfriend who lives nearest to me recently bought the final model of Subaru Forester which will come equipped with a six speed stick shift. She lives on an isolated back country dirt road, so she needs high clearance (and you can roll a ten pin bowling ball underneath her transmission) and she likes the much smoother driving which a stick shift manual transmission provides on paved roads.
I like the more active participation in the driving process a stick shift entails. I do not ride my clutch, which has always spared them, and I downshift to slow down when the speed limits are reduced or I am driving downhill, to avoid wearing on my brakes. (We driver's education students were taught that excellent drivers rarely need to use their brakes or clutches.)
Electronics do not belong in a car, let alone something which talks to me. I have a mind, eyes and a brain of my own, and know how to drive defensively, with caution to avoid getting hit from behind or from the side or otherwise where the other driver would be at fault. I prefer to have no collisions at all, and have had none since an 18 wheel tractor trailer slammed into me from behind on black ice during a winter storm about 25 years ago.
By far, the hardest standard driving maneuver for me to execute is parallel parking, since there are very few such parking spaces of that type where i live.
Recently, because of the bone spurs in my back and neck causing pinched nerves, I qualified for wheelchair logo handicap parking license plates, so I can enjoy my pick of the best parking spaces without having to pay into a meter or at a kiosk, and have a space with excellent room and visibility for backing out of.
It certainly should be fun. I'd be driving tons more than I have if my father hadn't been such a stupid asshole in pretending to teach me how. (Instead, all he did was make me paranoid about into getting into accidents. As it happens, my old man is an incompetent driver who has been in a number of accidents and collisions.)