Listening to every heart
Ah Kellie, thanks for the memories. I first learned to drive in a 1969 Opel GT, rust-orange in color. Brand new. My ex bought it just before we were to be married. He taught me to drive the stick-shift, and I was getting it down pretty good.
Then I left with my family for our last family vacation before the wedding. Well, I can think of many reasons why my ex is just that. I should have seen so much, but I was indeed, blinded by the thought of loving him. While we were gone, he decided to work 36 hours straight, then partied with some guys who were seeing a friend out of the service.
You guessed it. We got a call in South Dakota that he rolled the car. HE came out unscathed, as he had fallen asleep at the wheel [with a little help from a few drinks] so he just rolled with the car. The new car, however, was totalled.
I paid on that car for three years as the insurance didn't cover the loan.
It was about a year later, though, when my knowledge of a stick shift came into play. I had a friend whose husband had parked his stick shift behind her automatic, and she had to go shopping for the baby's food. He was dead to the world asleep [railroad guy...work hard, sleep harder!] so she had to come to me to ask me to move his vehicle so she could get hers out of the garage.
You'll come to find that you love driving a stick-shift!