He was 21 and in college. I was 17 and in high school.
He was at a series of New Year’s Eve parties with a bunch of his friends. I was at a New Year’s Eve party that was lame.
He was partying with adorable friends. I was wishing I was at the same party with his adorable friends.
He was still partying. I was with my friends arriving at the party.
He was surprised to see me. I was surprised to see him.
He had been drinking. I had not.
He handed me the car keys. I took them with reluctance.
He told me to drive home. I couldn’t.
He got into the passenger seat. I climbed into the driver’s seat.
He began to give directions. I listened intently.
He placed his hand on the stick shift. I placed BOTH hands on the steering wheel.
He prompted me to start the car. I turned the key in the ignition and hoped for the best.
He called out ‘clutch’. I pressed my foot down as hard as I could.
He shifted into first. I kept my foot on the clutch.
He yelled at me to get off the clutch. I did.
He jerked forward in his seat. I jerked forward in mine.
He shifted the car from 1st to 2nd to 3rd, 4th, and 5th. I pressed the clutch, pressed the gas, pressed the clutch, pressed the gas.
He relaxed after about ten minutes. I did not.
He shifted it into neutral. I pressed on the brake.
He climbed out of the car with a ‘thanks’ and went into our house. I sat glued to my seat unable to move.
He taught me how to drive a stick shift. I am forever grateful.