Yesterday I spent the day with a friend’s family at their lakeside camp. It was hot as hell in town, but it was a glorious day by the water and I had a great time hanging out there.
Mid-afternoon, Rachel’s grandmother asked her to move her car. I went out with Rachel and somehow it came up that I don’t drive a stick shift. She invited me to slide into the driver’s seat and gave me a quick driving lesson.
I have actually driven a stick shift before, but it’s never been a pleasant experience. My very first time driving a stick was on a busy street in Melrose, MA with my father yelling at me to get the car started and in gear when it stalled. Not a moment I look back on fondly. And it pretty much colored every other time I tried because I was so nervous.
Yesterday, Rachel was so calm and encouraging that it was fun! I actually believe now that I could try it again and maybe get past my fear to enjoy the experience.