Saturday Nathan and I drove about an hour out of the city to check out that Jeep Cherokee. Turns out it sold the night before, and we didn’t get the message in time. Oh well. It would have been nice to drive off in an automatic, but I really do like our Wrangler even if I can’t drive it.
So Sunday Nathan said it was time for me to drive. I really don’t have any problem during the driving/shifting with a manual car, it’s just the stop/go action! Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Most of the time it doesnt, and then a crazy Chicago driver honks at me, and I panic, and forget what to do all together! Which I can assure you is not good.
After this occurred we spent a good while in the park stopping and starting, stopping and starting. I’m just going to have to force myself to drive up and down the street every weekend until I get it. I need to get it because I want to drive. I miss driving.
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