Back in 1802, when I was working at the bank part time, I needed a car. My soon to be ex-husband (husband #1) had wrecked mine, so I needed to find one quickly and it had to be
CHEAP...I mean inexpensive. And so it was. I bought a little pea green FIAT from my brother-in-law who worked at a car dealership for $1500.00 because it was the only car on the lot I could afford. It was so cute, the kids and I named it Pickles! There was, however, one little problem. The car was a standard and I had never driven one.
The day Richard delivered the car, he told me that he would come by on Sunday to each me how to drive it. Having my doubts, I agreed since I had to go off to work on Monday. So, as promised Richard and his two boys arrived at my apartment Sunday ready for
Gear Grinding Shifting 101. Somehow his two boys and my son and daughter climbed into the back seat, while Richard and I climbed into the front tan leather bucket seats.
Driving to a Toys-R-Us parking lot, we switched seats with me at the helm. He had me drive around the parking lot, stopping and starting off over and over again. Thank goodness back then stores were not open on Sundays so there were not a lot of cars around! And after grinding gears just a few times, I was off and running.
Telling me to now head home to my apartment, he had me intentionally take the hilly route so I would have some exposure to stopping at a traffic light on a hill. It worked just like he said..."slow and steady, Slim, with the clutch."
He was such a good teacher that I never went back to driving an automatic again!
Oh and one more thing...he still calls me Slim!