The Big D decided to school me on how to drive a standard. Yes folks, I never did get around to learning how to drive a standard. I also never had the desire to learn how to drive one either.
If I'm going to be paying many thousands of bucks on a vehicle, it sure as hell better be able to shift it's own gears...
So because someone has to take the siliconed beast out for a spin once in awhile after he leaves, and beings that I'm his wife and all, I get to be the one who shoulders that responsibility.
So.... Of we went to some Nazi era industrial park where I hopped into the drivers seat and as David speed fired instructions at me, I made my first attempt at getting the beast rolling.
But, not a whole lot happened....
So,I made another attempt, and another, and then another...
It looked to me that there was something wrong with the beast, because it kept lurching forward with a huge jerk, and then it'd stall out...
Finally, I had enough: between not being able to get from point A to point B, and the fact that we'd both be needing a neck brace soon, I got out, slammed the door and said "Fuck this. You can drive it right to the wrecking yard."
The drama of the moment was heightened when I saw David frantically reaching for the emergency brake to keep it from rolling down the street. (Yeah, I'd forgoten... Putting the shifter into nuetral isn't the same as puttiing an automatic into park)
Anyways, after a lot of patience on David's part and a lot of bitching and moaning on my part... I can now drive the beastly vehicle.
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My classes start tomorrow, so I won't be around a whole lot, until the semester wraps up.
Pics of Dexter and D.D. will be posted soon.
I haven't smoked in 3 weeks. I think I'm gonna start taking pictures of the crap that's coming out of me to scare my kids out of smoking.