I'm sorry to hear your thriving specimen is badly placed.
I meant to say, -t, worry not for my azalea, my sister convinced me to hang on until next weekend when she will help me trim all the bushy bushes back to something manageable, so the azalea will probably live and continue to thrive.
I rarely even notice that I'm starting facing up or down a hill, I'm so used to it. Also because I know my manual like the back of my hand, so just how much to step on the clutch and how much to push the gas pedal down.
That said, when I rented an automatic when my toe was broken, I hardly noticed the difference, aside from a couple incidents of trying to clutch a non-existent pedal.
I keep flirting with the idea of getting a manual for my next car. It is what I learned on in the Berkeley Hills (hello Marin).
Driving out to the airport today, blasting tunes, was pretty sweet. Off to SLC.
Just out smarted myself. Thought I left my boarding pass at home as I was pulling out my I'd and headed to the counter to get it reprinted and realized it was tucked in the back of my book. Dur.
Timelies all!
I don't know how to drive manual. Nobody in my family knew how, so I was never taught. (Gary doesn't know how either.)
I meant to say, -t, worry not for my azalea,
HOORAY!
Because obviously me and my tender feelings are the important considerations here.
Everyone who ever tried to teach me to drive stick shuddered in horror and stopped after 15 minutes.
Driving a car is full of enough peril, IMHO.
Tasks I oneroused today: made dentist appointments for children; acquired babysitter for Thursday; made haircut appointment for me for Thursday; purchased plane tickets for complicated summer travel (this required making a chart, in addition to spending $2000).
Can I get a gold star?
flea: [link]
(I resisted the urge to make it a coney.)
Noah and I have done two days of couch to 5K. YAY US!