I’ve driven an automatic vehicle three times in my life, one of them was today. I sat in the driver’s seat and took a few moments to look at the levers and remembering how they worked. When I was a farmer, in another life, I bought a one ton truck to take my lambs to market and bring home one ton bags of barley.
The first time I drove it I spent at least ten minutes trying to get the key out of the ignition before realizing I had to put it in park. I feel like again incompetent the same when I went for the GED test. Uugh.
Today, after momentarily panicking when I couldn’t find the clutch, I managed to back it out of my employers driveway and drive off. I had to keep reminding myself there were no gears and it was OK to keep my foot on the accelerator although I still felt a flutter of dread in my stomach every time I drove up to a stop sign or red light.
I was more than glad to get rid of it, get back in my own vehicle and head off to the post office. I was expecting to pick up a returned priority express letter I had sent to my son in Vancouver. Canada post was unable to deliver it? It wasn’t there. More