I was 18 and living in Albuquerque, NM when I learned to drive a stick. A friend who was a bit older decided we were just gonna go for it, so we got in, he basically made a bunch of innuendo jokes (yeah, handle it real gentle...ease it on in...) and shot up street signs with a paintball gun while I fumbled through it.
I then cut my teeth on a friend's Scirocco. To this day, I freaking love Sciroccos.
A few years later, the woman who would become my wife and I were driving to our first date. We had already "been together" and were basically looking to get away from the scene of the crime. It was a complicated situation and we each were unsure what the other was up to. I had a '91 Sentra automatic and she started giving me shit about having an automatic, that real men drive stick. I said, "Well, with a manual, it wouldn't be as easy to do this..." and took her hand in mine. She blushed. That was some smooth shit on my part.
Anyway, not knowing how to drive a stick is Crap.
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