You know the saying “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks?” Well, I am starting to see every bit of the truth in that. At 42 years old I am learning the tricky art of driving a stick shift. Because the only mode of transportation when I park my house is a Jeep that doesn’t shift itself. Sounds fun right? You should totally ride with me one day. It’s an experience you will never forget. Promise.
What makes this learning even more fun is learning to drive it in your hometown with 4,000 of your closest friends all watching you screw it up. So far I have killed it at major intersections, did that whole grinding sound because of why ever it does that(still can’t figure that one out), or my 2 favorites, barking the tires to turn into the salon or getting to the top of those stupid ass railroad tracks and killing it. Three times. I have done that last one 3. TIMES. I just refuse to go over them now. Partly because they are closed to replace the tracks but more because I CAN’T DRIVE OVER THEM PROPERLY.
I was dreaming about all the cool things I can do to customize this ego bruiser, before I learned I am a terrible at driving it. Those cool bar lights for the windshield, the weird muffler thing that comes up by the window, but I’m currently leaning toward a hans device. That should definitely be my first accessory purchase…because shifting is hard. I can’t get shaken baby syndrome at 42, can I? I am not asking for a friend.
