There are certain life skills that I feel like I should have. You know, you can’t just drink bourbon neat to be a badass; you have to drive stickshift, too (not at the same time, obviously).
And, one of our cars is stickshift, so it feels like it’s something I should figure out. I’ve learned: there are certain things you are better off not trying to figure out with your spouse. Driving lessons are one of those things for me.
Enter: Genna. Dear friend; stickshift coach. I knew all the basics, but I needed the moral support.
Stalls were minimal, and badassery is in progress.