The gears were working fine in the little rental car we used to travel about in Gibraltar, which is good, because we lost our way and drove the roundabout so many times at the border with Spain, and then arriving back at the border with Gibraltar that by the time we were through about the sixth pass the customs people on the Gibraltar side of the border offered us rest, Black Sheep beer and finger sandwiches, while the customs people on the Spanish side of the border offered us rest and a punch bowl of sangria, so as it turns out a good time was had by all.