Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls, The Inside and Drive), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
My mom made me learn to drive on a stick shift. I think I still could, even though I've driven nothing but automatics for years. Mom also insisted that I learn how to change my own oil and tires and such like. She'd had too many mechanics try to rip her off because they didn't expect a woman to know anything about cars. Little did they know, Mom was a former race car driver.
Kat, double squeee! Twins, how cool.
Okay, Zenkitty. That's so cool! What kind of cars did your mom race?
She'd had too many mechanics try to rip her off because they didn't expect a woman to know anything about cars.
My mom had the same thing, Zen. I even know how to wire up a dragging muffler now! (Very important skill when most of your driving is on gravel.)
When I was 16, one of my friends had to call me from the gas station because she didn't know how to fill the gas tank. I was, to say the least, boggled.
Little did they know, Mom was a former race car driver.
That's awesome.
I took driver's ed on an automatic (so I could pass the test!) but my parents had standards, so that's what I really learned to drive on. I don't drive at all now.
she didn't know how to fill the gas tank
This happened to me and my sister in a rental car once. We were all excited 'cause Mom said she was gonna rent us a "Sports Car" to drive home from Iowa and when MK got back to the apartment and I asked, "What'd we get?!!" She replied, "I got a bitchin' Fiero." In a very-not-pleased-about-it tone. The thing didn't come with an owners manual! We were at the gas station for a half an hour before someone pulled in who knew where the fuel door button was. Anybody want to guess?
I guess driver's side, near the door and floor. Is it a car from the late seventies/early eighties? There were some design elements given the gas crisis that made it harder to steal gas.
I think it was probably an '84
ETA: It was on the driver's side but not near the floor.
Mom raced in rallies, I don't know what kind of car they drove. That's the kind where you're competing with other teams on a kind of scavenger hunt. She drove and her best friend Mac navigated. He was a cool English dude. I had a crush on him.
Here in New Jersey, it's illegal to pump your own gas. When I first moved here from the South, I couldn't believe there were grown people who didn't know how to pump gas.
It's not that difficult, though. I mean...you squeeze the handle. The end.