My second car was a stick. Nothing fancy, just a little hatchback, but I did love the way she could get up and go. I also really loved seeing men in giant heavy cars, revving like they were going to beat feet off of a red light, and then leaving them behind with little effort, because when your 4-banger car weighs nothing, no V-8 takes off as fast as you do.
When that car got retired, and my next was an automatic, I used to play this one racing video game at a local pool hall, just because the controls are for a manual transmission and it reminded me of the fun of driving a stick. Took me a long time to stop missing the feel of shifting your own gears.
But while I'd love to have an open top Jeep with a manual transmission, just for the fun of it, there's a reason I want walls on my day to day car, and an automatic transmission. When you drive around for work, when you've got a kid in the car, when you have to eat on the road, everything becomes more complicated (and in some cases dangerous) with a stick shift. Even just going through areas with extreme hills or in mountains is more difficult. When I was in L.A., I drove first to Griffith Park Observatory, then past it further up the mountain, to the house that was the exterior for The House on Haunted Hill. I found myself actively thanking the stars in the heavens that the car my uncle loaned me wasn't a manual, because just trying to turn around an automatic is scary enough on those tiny little roads which climb a mountain. And 12-point turning around is your only option, since there are no drive-ways or side streets to use.
For me having a stick-shift is an impractical idea, that is only feasible if you can afford to have both practical and impractical vehicles in your garage. Which is a luxury I wouldn't mind having one day.