I nervously answered, “Yes, but it’s been more than 10 years.”
Given the car we were in, I wondered if he was asking because he was going to let me drive or in case of emergency and I had to drive…
100 Happy Days
Day 87, Freedom Sweet Freedom
I had a long weekend (even though I spent a vacation day to do it)! And I wasn’t on-call! Oh man, the freedom was glorious.
Day 88, The Rez.
Since I had an extra day off and my plans fell through, I called D to asked if it was okay for me to come down a day early to visit Freya. He agreed even though had plans that evening. I was originally supposed to go bumming with Freya for a few hours until he returned home but at the last minute he invited me along. It was nearly a year since the last time I was at his parent’s with him so I happily jumped at the opportunity.
Day 89, A Full Day
After eating breakfast and watching cartoons Saturday morning (we’re so adult), we took a ride over to his sister’s to feed the horses. As we pulled up, his sister was on her way to meet their Mom for the annual greenhouse visit. I was so excited I didn’t miss it! I never buy anything to plant but had always looked forward to the trip with the family. After the greenhouse, we stopped at the river so Freya could splash around for a while before we finally made our way back to D’s sister’s to feed the horses.
On one of our stops during the day, I walked out of the building to find Freya like this. I was happy to see that she was having a pretty good day after such a stressful few weeks.
Day 90, She loves her muscle cars.
When we returned to TheHut on Saturday afternoon, D was happily surprised to see my birthday present to him arrived a few days early. It was a small gift but it was enough for him to get another one of his cars road ready for the year.
When we went back out to D’s parents on Sunday we took that car instead of the one we were in all weekend. Freya loves her muscle cars. Both of them had the same big smile as we rolled down the road. It was quite adorable.
The Rest of the Story.
Like I mentioned, my gift to D arrived on Saturday. He was so excited that he couldn’t wait to install the parts right away. He & I jumped in for a test drive once he was finished. About a mile down the road is when he asked whether or not I knew how to drive a stick. After nearly an hour worth of cruising around, he pulled onto a quiet back road, jumped out of the car and said, “Okay, this is as far as the seat pulls up. Come over here and see if your little leggies can reach the peddles.”
As I tried not to run around the rear of the car, one side of me thought, “hellz yeah, he’s gonna let me drive!” while the other side thought, “oh shit, he’s gonna let me drive.” Like I said, it’s been more than 10 years since I drove a stick and it was always a current model vehicle. I always hope that he’ll let me drive one of his cars but the only classic cars I drove in the past were automatic. Old standards can be quite tricky.
When I jumped in the driver’s seat he starts with, “Okay, can you press the clutch down all the way?”
“It’s a stretch, but yes.”
He laughs and says, “do we need to get you some books?”
“Okay. Now press the brakes to get a feel for those. You have plenty of brakes but this is the trick… try it”
“Okay! Got it.”
“Alright, now press the gas pedal so you get a feel for that. This has a powerful engine so you don’t have to press it too… much.”
(I’m happy giggle squealing with delight.)
“You were supposed to lightly press it first, silly. Okay, now go through all the pedals again so you’re use to them. Here’s the shifting pattern…”
After about a 5 minute lesson to get me familiar with the car, away we went… I took off beautifully. Getting moving after a dead stop was what I worried about most. It’s usually something I struggle with in any standard I drive for the first time. He did such a great job with getting me use to the car before we took off that it didn’t even phase me. Stopping was a bit tricky. And so was that corner I took faster than intended.
I only drove a couple of miles down the road because I didn’t want to pull out on the main road but those couple of miles were so much fun. I couldn’t believe he was trusting me enough to drive another one of his treasured, nearly irreplaceable old cars.