What's more fun than teaching a teen to drive a car?
Why, teaching a teen to drive a car with a stick shift, of course!
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...
Tenacious T. Doesn't he look psyched?
9 o'clock and 3 o'clock:
Make sure you're in first:
(We've discovered that my poor car emits a particularly acrid smell when third gear is mistaken for first as one attempts to get going.)
Get ready...
get set...
and...
choke...
sputter...
...stall.
Hmmm...try again.
*key turns in ignition*
More gas...
No! No! More brake!
Imagine the above instructions interspersed with peals of (somewhat nervous) laughter.
I've learned to rate the frightfulness of his various navigations by how many chins they cause me to sprout. This photo was taken during a quadri-chin maneuver:
(Okay, so it's obviously a posed photo, but I have looked this overwrought a number of times during his times behind the wheel. It's not a good look for me, I know.)
In all fairness, he has improved a lot. I no longer threaten that he's going to have to pony-up for my chiropractic bills.
Ah, yes. That's my boy, leaving his mark in the world:
3 comments:
ahhh the days of learning stick shift. good times. you are a patient one aimee
I can still remember when my grandfather taught me how to drive. He took me an deserted parking lot out in Yucca Valley where they lived. All of us kids had to learn on a stick. And we only had one chance. You see...my grandfather took a 6-pack of beer with us. As he taught, he drank. You had to learn that day because you had to drive grandpa back home.
ohhh I feel for ya Aimee. I remember learning stick goin up Ave E and burning out of every stop sign... made my dad furious ;-) I left that job up to Steve with Josh... stressed me out to much :-)
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