On Labour Day I bought a car and have been re-learning how to drive. It's a standard, which means although I've been driving with ease for the past 11 years, I feel like I should stick a red N on the back. So far I've managed to only stall it about once on any given trip, but hills have left me stunned. Where is that magic window between letting the clutch out and giving it gas? It's like a secret I have yet to be let in on.
The thing is, if I'm going to be a reporter I do need a car. And, more importantly, if I'm going to one day drive a sports car on the Autobahn,I must be an expert at shifting gears. So this is step one. I guess step two is save enough for a ticket to Germany. Das est good, ya!