Jul 19, 2018 07:56
So, my brother lost his car in a spate of hail last month - totaled and seriously messed up. My mom has a couple of guys across the street - they've been there since we have, I think, or shortly after. The dad is an ass, but his son grew up to be a nice guy (which wasn't so sure as a teenager or even a tween). The son had an extra car, which he sold to my brother. It's old, but it runs, and it's something that will last a while. It's ugly, like, really ugly, but. And the best part. It's a stick shift. So my mom was worried about getting it washed and stuff, and didn't want to drive it. It's been longer for her than it has for me, and I think I actually liked it.
I got to drive it this morning. I'll get to drive it more, later, but for now, just getting it from my mom's house to mine, it was like coming home. Oh, I have MISSED having a stick! I forgot how lovely it was, how... I don't even know how to describe it. It haven't forgotten at all how to do it, I haven't lost any of the skill - I don't think, I haven't had any serious challenges, but oh. Oh. It was so nice. SO so nice.
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