First I learned how to drive the automatic. Of course.
Then on New Year's Eve, I asked my dad if he would take me to a party at a friend's house. He said he would, but only if I drove and we took the Pinto. Way to throw me in the deep end.
I did pretty well until we got to the center of Chelmsford, where I needed to pull out of an intersection on a slight incline. It took a few tries, but then the whole clutch/accelerator thing suddenly clicked for me, and I connected with driving on a whole new level.
From that day forward, I've chosen stick whenever I can.
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I learned in our VW bus, and when me and my mom were picking up my dad, there was a pretty steep incline into his work, and you had to stop at the security gate. MAN, that was so hard to manage! With the girls, I took them to the high school parking lot in off hours. We aimed DOWNHILL to start off with, so it was easier to get going. Learning a stick is an interesting rite of passage, methinks.
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