Learning to Drive

"Amy, driving an automatic transmission car is like showering with your raincoat on!" said my dad while he was trying to convince me to broaden my horizons. I mumbled back, "i like raincoats." With that statement I put my foot down, I was not going to consider a manual-zero interest in driving one.

Until last night. The donated car came down with JoeMama and Gloria and I decided as this is to be a main mode of transportation, it was time to learn. (Jenna, I am so sad you weren't here!) Joel and Limón graciously said they would teach us how to drive it. After we had permission from Joe and he said that the back wheels won't fall off if we are nice to it, and MANY promises from the guys that they wouldn't yell at us if we killed it or forgot about the clutch, we began our lessons.

So maybe things got a little out of hand. I just told them that I wrecked a dirt bike into a barn and look at the results.


We put on the appropriate gear.


Gloria, our resident nurse, shows Joel how to use an EpiPen if there should happen to be an extreme allergic reaction. :)




They wanted to show us the official "race car entry." (We didn't drive it like a race car!) They posed for the photo, climbed out and then entered through the door.


They graciously backed the car out for us, parked it in front of the kids lined up at the fence to watch the show, "Amy, get in the driver's seat."


I think we actually did a pretty good job. (I am judging this by the fact I don't have a sore neck) We parked the car, despite protest, when they told Gloria and I that we are NOT ready for the main street yet. :( Oh well, there is always tomorrow.