Yeah, shift memory... Like that time on the freeway where you dropped two gears and blew past some doddlers. And that other time, down on Hwy 92 chasing a 330ci and you were so so smooth, flying up and down the gearbox. Beautiful... Mmmmm, shift memory. Of course, there's some bad memories too; the double-clutch that didn't want to go into 3rd at a very inopportune time, the grinding 5k rpm shift into second when you're 'racing' a friend...