hello, Marin, anyone

HAH. That's such a ridiculous street. A friend of mine once told me her son went down Marin on a skateboard. Kid's lucky to have survived.

I learned to drive in the suburbs, and particularly in the development where our summer cottage was. Empty roads, plenty of opportunities to learn to shift the clutch. I still haven't taught my nieces to drive stick because I can't really find a good place to do it around here--there's just too much traffic everywhere.

The first stick shift I drove was one of these, but with a cab and a flatbed trailer. Most of the stick shifts I've driven were military surplus vans or trucks. I've only had a couple of occasions to drive a stick made after 1970.

My mom taught me to drive in a stick shift VW Beetle on the country roads around our farm. I had been driving tractors in the fields before that, so it shouldn't have been a Thing, but I was terrified. I learned, though.

Haven't driven a stick shift in eons, now. I probably could remember how pretty quickly, but I wouldn't want to relearn it in someone else's car!

She said her dad told her to hold the shifter gently like she was holding a guy's cock.

eeewwwwwwwww

Dang Typo.

To have it pulled? That sounds way out of line.

too many people ask me to do too many different things. I don't know enough and I can't keep anything straight. I am pretty sure I need an increase in meds also. I started crying when someone asked if I had set up a phone meeting yet. That was at 9am this morning and I had no recollection of when the previous request had come in (it was in an email yesterday afternoon that I had flagged, but had not gotten to yet in the never-ending task list).

Daddy tried to teach me how to shift, but it got too frustrating. I only learned manual when Hubby had a dislocated shoulder and couldn't shift as it was healing, so I had to shift as he pushed the clutch. It worked. But he doesn't think I do it right, so he only things I should drive automatic. Which is cool by me, because my knee hates clutches.

He learned to drive a shift when he was in the Forest Service and his boss drove him and an aviation fuel truck onto an active runway, told him a plane was due in 20 minutes, and it was up to him to get the truck off the runway.

typo - that sucks.

msbelle - I'm sorry it is a rough day. I came into the thread to post a MSBELLE IS THE NICEST. Cause you are. And I thank you deeply.

I learned to drive in high school. Automatic transmission - so my dad had to teach me to drive the manual because that's the kind we had. (The following year my high school started teaching manual - sigh.)

I don't recall practicing in parking lots or anything - but I do remember my father teaching my mother to drive and her practicing in the field at my grandmother's farm.

Sending you love and hugs, msbelle.