well whatever! — 2 weeks ago
Worth doing!
I’ve done it…and I could drive to the hospital if I needed….but otherwise….thank you automatic.
Worth doing!
I’ve done it…and I could drive to the hospital if I needed….but otherwise….thank you automatic.
Worth doing!
A few weeks ago, my bf Jon was sick but insisted we take the recycling to the recycling center that day. Well, he happened to be rather drugged on cough medicine, so he handed me the keys to his WRX and got in the passenger seat. AHHHHH!!!! He made me drive and I only killed it 4 times! Not once did I grind the gears….this is not to say that I’m going to go out and buy a stick!!! I was completely dumbfounded as to what I was doing! But I did it.
Worth doing!
I’ve only had one lesson but I’ll consider it done because all I really wanted was to learn the basics. Cool but a difficult because I have two left feet!
Worth doing!
I do prefer an automatic…but it’s really awesome to know how to drive a stick shift. It surprises people sometimes too. This is a GREAT goal to have.
i was actually driving a stick! and i didn’t suck at it! ...its a start…
Worth doing!
Hondas are very forgiving for learning to drive stick. It is harder to pop the clutch on them than it is on some other brands…just something to keep in mind. Definitely worth doing, and a lot of fun!
Well I just learned how to drive and I think that it will not be bad to learn how to drive any kind of way.
Worth doing!
So many tears…So much frustration
I had no choice but to learn stick. The only car that my parents were willing to let me drive was an old Subaru Loyale with manual transmission.
Words in an HTML box can not justly describe my pilgrimage towards conquering the stick shift, so I’ll just give you the diet story. It’s a miracle my parents and I are all still alive after everything that happened.
There was one particular incident when I pulled to the side of the road, pounded on the car horn and declared to my mom, God and the rest of the world that I would be taking the bus for the next 40 years. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I buried my face in the steering wheel, causing the horn to blast a second time.
My mom decided that it would probably be safer for her to take over the driving. She drove me to a nearby donut shop and the two of us buried our problems beneath about 300 calories of heaven.
At that point, we declared that my car was like a husband in many ways. A pain the ass, centered around his stick, but a wonderful convenience once I learned to control him. It was then that I named my car Barney, a name that at the time sounded like a good husband name.
At last, at the ripe old age of 19 (1 foot practically in the grave!), I have had my license for almost 8 months now. Having driven both, I can truthfully say that stick is SO much more fun than an automatic. There is a chance that someone may die, but believe me when I say it’s worth it!