When I traveled in Europe years ago on a business trip, I (of course) added some time to explore several countries by car. It was time for some FUN BUSINESS TRAVEL! And LOTS of driving.
At that time, the only rental car available had a standard transmission. No problem. That little blue car took me and my companions to areas of Belgium, France, The Netherlands, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Monaco, and Luxembourg.
These days, however, who knows how to drive a standard???? Luckily, I have that particular skill, though I came by it the hard way.
Do you have a “how I learned to drive a standard transmission” story? Here’s mine:
When I was about 15, my dad tried to teach me to drive his truck so I could help him feed hay to his cows in the winter. Of course, the truck had a standard transmission. We drove around in the pasture and I was sort of getting the hang of it. However, when we stopped on a downhill slope, he got out of the truck to open a gate so we could pass through. His cows loved him (and the fact that when they saw him, he usually had food for them) and gathered round on the other side of the gate.
When I tried to slowly drive through the gate, I accidentally shifted into 3rd gear. Not good. The red truck moved way too quickly, and my father jumped almost in front of it, signaling me to stop. Well, of course in the moment I couldn’t remember how to stop the darned thing! I almost ran over him and all his cows, before finally braking just before the truck would have rolled into the creek!
He gave up trying to teach me to drive his truck after that.
I don’t think he minded that I almost ran over HIM, but almost running over his COWS was just too much! He was a REAL cowboy/farmer.
Later in life, I had to buy a new car and bought one with a STANDARD transmission because it was cheaper. I had no choice but to learn to drive with a stick shift, so I did.
In traffic. In a big city. Sweating.
I think it’s usually true that we don’t do or learn certain things unless we absolutely must!