Tuesday, September 24, 2013
SLICE OF LIFE
I need to get a car to Son #2.
It's a 12 hour drive.
I could leave early Saturday morning and be in Arizona by Saturday night.
Then fly back on Sunday, in time to work on Monday.
There's this one teeny problem, however.
My son's car is a manual.
I haven't driven a manual for ummm, about twenty years.
I'm not sure I still remember how.
So I'm working up to this trip.
On Sunday, I went out and inspected the car.
Called my son.
"What pedals do you have to push to start the car?"
I could almost feel his eyes rolling from 900 miles away.
"The clutch. Just the clutch."
I went back out and started the car.
I moved it ten feet forward. Felt pretty accomplished. Decided to call it a night.
Last night I had to walk the dog and watch the Broncos. I didn't have time to practice driving.
Tonight I went out again. I needed to move the car because tomorrow is street sweeping day and I don't need a ticket.
I pushed in the clutch and started the car. I waited until there were no cars coming. I played around with the gear shift. It doesn't have the positions for the different gears.
I called my son. He gave an impromptu lesson on gear positions. Cautioned me not to put the car into reverse accidentally.
He then suggested that I might want to call his friend, Nick, to see if he is available to drive with me this weekend.
That would be nice, but it would mean two plane tickets, instead of one. So it's not a possibility.
I hung up and drove around the block. In first gear.
I'm going to google gearshift positions tonight.
I'm thinking it might take too long to get to Arizona if I drive ten miles an hour all the way.