I don't know how to drive a stick shift. This is mainly my fault because I don't want to tear up some one's car in order to teach myself how.
However, Kent wanted to teach me how to drive one. He said I needed to know just in case I was stuck somewhere and the only way out was a manual car.
So we got in his daddy's truck.. And for those who know anything about Kent's daddy's truck you already know where this is heading...
Kent's daddy's truck would have to be the hardest stick shift in the world to learn on. It's a pain the buttocks to just change the gears. And even when you do it just perfectly.. you will still get whiplash.
Did I mention we were at the cemetery? Yes.. my momma had front row seats to this whole comedy of a driving lesson. It was the day after we buried her. We went back to make sure she was still there... I kid, I kid. We went back to make sure everything was finished and done properly.
ANYWAY, so I get in the driver's seat and start going. Tried to shift the gears and the car went dead. The next time I was able to get the car going and shift the gears. Then it was time to go to 2nd gear. All the while trying to go around a corner. I started freaking out.. Kent is rolling in the passenger's seat. I saw nothing funny about the situation. AND there were people roaming in the cemetery who were probably wondering why I was starting to drive in the grass.
I still don't know how to drive a stick.