I love John Mayer and the fact that I could still hear him after that winding, steep, devilish road meant that I was still alive. Thank you God! Now, I have no idea what 100km is, but everyone was still passing me at this, so I step it up to 120km and even the UPS man passes me. I don't care. Now I'm off the motorway and on some little country road where I encounter a bridge. Not good. Now I've almost run into the back of the man in front of me. He, apparently knew to stop and let the other car coming straight for us to pass. Needless to say, we finally make it to the Swiss Vapeur Parc and I have to park the car. Out of plain frustration, I hit the gear shift. It goes down a bit. My moment of clarity. Push the gear down and then it goes into to reverse!
I am not sure why I never properly learned how to drive a stick shift, but now I must give credit where credit is due. This one is for all the P-town folk...thank you JPat Tom for teaching me to drive your diesel truck. However, flat the Pleasanton roads may have been at least I had some exposure. Unfortunately, you can't kill a diesel truck...you can kill a little VW on a steep mountain...a few times. Also, I must thank Pretty. In college he was that guy with the Jeep. It too was a stick shift, but really the most practice on a hill I got was the parking lot of UNR or the occasional DD and nobody cared how bad I drove. The moral of the story is that it is my parents fault. Isn't it always? You spoiled me with great cars...none of which had a gear shift.
A few things I learned today:
- I am a better driver than I once thought.
- My kids know when I'm stressed.
- Sweaty palms and a nervous tummy feel pretty good once you've gotten through the mess that caused them in the first place.
- If the car is making a lot of noise, shift gears. Anyone can learn to drive a stick shift...the car will teach you.
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