When I was eleven, my dad took me out in his truck to let me drive for the first time. (There are advantages to living in the middle of nowhere.) He drove a stick shift at the time, so naturally I had more problems than I otherwise might have, but essentially had the basics down by the end of that lesson. I didn't drive again until I was fourteen, and by then all the vehicles in the family had automatic transmissions, so I never did practice and become proficient with a manual transmission.
Adam's car just happens to be a stick shift, and so I can't really drive it. I always feel a little guilty when he's tired or something and I know that I could offer to drive him home, except that I can't drive his car. That, combined with the fact that it's one of those things I might need to know someday in an emergency, and that I don't want to limit my vehicle purchasing options in the future, made me ask him for lessons. He agreed, and we practiced last Saturday. I managed not to kill the engine four times out of six, but even when I didn't kill it, it was usually because I overcompensated the other way and over-revved the engine, which isn't terribly harmful, but does make some scary noises. More on my driving adventures to come later. If you've noticed that Danni hasn't posted in a while, she happens to be in a play(Steel Magnolias!), but hopefully will return to us after!
Have fun, kids.
~Kassius~
Luckily this comment comes from Adam who is Kassius's boyfriend. I can vouch on this post because I was the one sitting there in my car watching her over-rev, be extremely nervous, and drive my car. It was fun.
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