A Medium Sized Adventure

So, as some of you may know, my car died before I came out here to P. I am officially car-less. Which is fine, I don't mind riding the 'Shame Train' otherwise known as public transit. But in the interest of convenience for all concerned S. is helping me learn... er... relearn how to drive a stick shift. The other night we went to the church parking lot like I was 15 again and I practiced starting, stoping, starting, stoping, shifting, reversing. Shesh! I think I owe him a new car or at very least a new transmission. I'd learned how to drive a stick about 10 years ago but haven't touched one scince. Apparantly while it might be like riding a bicycle - it's still going to be a very bumpy ride for a bit, I'm afraid.