When I was 15 1/2 my mom and dad took me to the local college parking lot and taught me to drive a standard transmission car. How they survived my whiplash take offs and gear changes is testament to their great patience and love. For most of my adult life, I drove standard transmission cars. I was really proud of my ability to shift smoothly, to hold a car on a hill with just the clutch and break, to get through an intersection faster than the other cars with automatic transmission - even if they were great big power beasts.
Today I found a new conveyance to learn to drive - it's only been 45 years since the last lesson - I took a fork lift for a spin. It was really weird - I felt like I was skidding out in the rear end. Forklifts have back turn wheels and big forks in the front. I need to find a big college parking lot and practice - again. I wonder if God could lend me my dad - he was a great teacher and I need a little love.
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