Oh, great! My leg is shaking!
Marta’s Bug was stopped at a 4-way.
I hate hills, I hate hills, I hate hills. The thoughts bounced in tempo with her foot.
Breathe, Marta, breathe. You can do this. Remember what Dad said. “Release the clutch slowly and give it some gas. When the clutch engages, give it more gas and you won’t stall on hills.â€
Easy for YOU to say, Dad, Marta argued in her mind. You don’t have a line of cars behind you waiting for you to move.
Well, it won’t move itself, Marta. Shifting gears, she eased forward.
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This week’s 100 Word Challenge from Velvet Verbosity is ENGAGES. Hubby moose taught me to drive a stick shift when we were dating – long, long ago. I can still remember how my legs shook with nerves every time we stopped on a hill or at a light. But, he told me that if I learned to drive a stick, I’d be able to drive anything. So – hats off to every teen learning to drive – you can do it! Ease the clutch and give ‘er some gas and go!
The title is in honor of my soon to be 7 year old youngest grandson. Isaiah loves to play Yellow Car when we are driving. I think Marta’s Bug should be yellow to give me a head start.
Good one…I remember that feeling when my father taught me to drive his Pinto!
I can remember learning how to drive a ‘stick.’ I have put on the emergency brake, waved cars behind me on, so I didn’t have to worry about ‘rolling back.’ Now, I’m a pro, even teaching both my kids the joys of a manual transmission. Thanks for the memories.
I remember my hubby trying to teach me how to drive a “straight shift.” Not fun. I still can’t. Enjoyed your submission!
One of the many reasons I haven’t learned to drive! lol A stressful situation I’m sure, but I think she can, I think she can…
Very nice! I was going to do an entry with “engages the clutch” as well – nice to see someone else thinking in the same direction. I was there with ya, girl!
This is great, you really capture the nervousness. I had a stick for a while when I was in college, and there was this red light right at the top of a hill in that I avoided like the plague. I think it scarred me for life.
Sorry Barbara. I didn’t read yours before I wrote mine. The idea just popped in my head at 9pm on a Friday night. Hope we’re cool.
You did a wonderful job capturing the nerves and big moment.
Oh the joy of learning to drive a stick! I remember when my dad taught me—of course, it was in a very rural area and not as stressful.
Ha! I hope Lance is ready for this because I dont even want to know its happening!
My daughter just learned how to drive, but we haven’t yet taught her to drive stick. That should be fun. 😛