My older sister Bonnie reminded me of a story when she was learning to drive a stick shift. Now, my parents were not the type to provide guidance or training. So, my sister had to learn to drive by herself.
One day, she stalled the car in the middle of a busy intersection. After several stressful minutes, she simply got out of the car, announced that she can’t do this anymore, and proceeded to walk home. I was left sitting in an abandoned car, with the driver’s door open, cars honking all around, and people yelling at me to move it!
. Yeah right.
To this day, she still can’t drive a stick.