My daughter recently asked for lessons on how to drive a manual transmission. Today was the day for the "road test."
It was a rather hysterical time. It was as if Mel Brooks directed the whole thing. Everywhere we went some strange animal would pop out. It included two completely unrelated flocks of turkeys with a dozen chicks, deer that climbed up trees, groundhogs, flying squirrels, blind joggers, and a dead skunk.
She actually did very well, only stalled a couple times, and remembered to press in the clutch when she got to a stop, most of the time.
Now it's time to go take the car apart and replace the clutch, again.
Here's a shot of one of the turkey flocks impeding her travel and forcing a down shift.
