tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675331786610718328.post6587583187843100660..comments2023-05-09T02:00:27.303-07:00Comments on Cameron's and Melissa's broadcast: sticksUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675331786610718328.post-71011580121147046232008-10-24T22:41:00.000-07:002008-10-24T22:41:00.000-07:00Other than once or twice on a dirt road with Dad, ...Other than once or twice on a dirt road with Dad, I learned to drive a stick when I was a nanny. My boss at the time wanted the car I usually drove, and he didn't want me to drive his Audi, so he borrowed his girlfriend's manual car for me. I was living in Park City then, which is full of hills. Not fun, but once you get the hang of it, it's not so bad. Just remember when you go back to your automatic, that you don't have a clutch anymore, or you end up pounding the brake.Stacey and Tonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07784148186054771200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8675331786610718328.post-49663605143461170102008-10-24T16:34:00.000-07:002008-10-24T16:34:00.000-07:00I feel your pain. I cried when my dad made me lear...I feel your pain. I cried when my dad made me learn. I would probably sob if I had to learn now as a mom. I got stuck at one light through THREE greens. The people behind me hated me, and I cried the whole time. My dad told me later that 1st and 3rd on the scirocco (the car he let us use) were hard to differentiate sometimes. yeah, tell me about it. <BR/><BR/>you are brave and I admire you for learning something new!Sharhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18279455562637488655noreply@blogger.com