I'm not sure why my Dad opted out of teaching me to drive a stick shift, but that doesn't mean he didn't force me to drive one once in a while...
See, my old man is one of those people who recognizes when he's too tired to drive, and hands over the wheel accordingly. Once, we had some joint errand to run in a town 60 miles away, and took his car. On the way back, he handed me the keys, hopped into the passenger seat, and fell asleep.
That was a long, not-terribly-smooth ride home.
When it was over, I asked why in the world he'd hand me the car keys when he had about a fifty-fifty chance of getting home and not having any clutch to speak of. He said, "I may be too tired to drive, but I'll never be too tired to yell at you."
I have a stick shift now. (I did a test drive to make sure I remembered how before paying for it.) The stick shift is really the only part of it that I like; the rest of the car is such a piece of crap that I'm already trying to get rid of it. (It's an awful little car. It's like the GMC Whim.)
See, my old man is one of those people who recognizes when he's too tired to drive, and hands over the wheel accordingly. Once, we had some joint errand to run in a town 60 miles away, and took his car. On the way back, he handed me the keys, hopped into the passenger seat, and fell asleep.
That was a long, not-terribly-smooth ride home.
When it was over, I asked why in the world he'd hand me the car keys when he had about a fifty-fifty chance of getting home and not having any clutch to speak of. He said, "I may be too tired to drive, but I'll never be too tired to yell at you."
I have a stick shift now. (I did a test drive to make sure I remembered how before paying for it.) The stick shift is really the only part of it that I like; the rest of the car is such a piece of crap that I'm already trying to get rid of it. (It's an awful little car. It's like the GMC Whim.)
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