SOL #30: A story from years ago

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.

One thought on “SOL #30: A story from years ago”

  1. Now that’s a crazy way to learn to drive stick shift. Holy crow! I love the way you tell the story – the competing halves of the lines really work here. It’s kind of like a really long sijo.

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