We deposited a ready Wolfgang off at his second phase of driving school this morning. Him and the car.
He did the classroom portion, passed the written test, spent 3 lovely hours at the DMV to get his permit, now it's on to round 2: the "Skills Course", or as I adoringly call it, the "Crash Course".
He gets to learn crash avoidance, controlling a skid, the hand-to-hand feed, the slip-and-grip, all kinds of things over the next two fun filled days.
Our car is a manual transmission and I've been learning him the finer points of driving such a thing over the past few days. We pulled up amid a few wimpy minivans, some crossovers... some kid is in a Hummer. No worries.
Our Subaru Outback is ready to take them all on. Pardon the attitude, but recall that I just saw "Transformers 3".
As I pulled the car into the ready position for the start of class, I heard one of the instructors comment, "Op, we got us a clutch".
I handed the keys to Wolfgang, "From here on, the fight is yours...**"
* Optimus Prime
** same guy
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4 comments:
Clutch & stick. Instant street cred.
Use the hand brake Ken Block Gymkhana-style and really impress the instructors -- and get kicked off the course!
I won't even pretend to understand what that first commenter is saying. When my dad tried to teach me how to drive a stick shift, I ended up exiting the vehicle and walking back home. Automatics and me have lived happily ever after.
After a week in Germany with a stick, I regained my appreciation for clutch shifting. Kudos to Wolfgang for attempting the course with a manual stick. If he can conquer the course in manual, the rest is easy.
I just want to click "like" after reading this! :)
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