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Well here`s my thing. Just the act of being in a car is a lot to think about. CSB herein......
By:  Paul (Moderators; 48924)
Posted on: 07-20-2012 22:05.
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…there's a lot going on already. The sensation of controlling the thing, as I recall, was just completely foreign to me just from the perspective of hands and one foot.

Dad and I spent countless Sunday mornings tooling around the new streets of a new development (no houses) in a '63 Plymouth Valiant that was his project car du jour when I was 15. It was a vert, and he put the top down so I would have lots of visibility. The car was the old slant-six with the push button automatic.

Anyhow, there's just a lot to take in at first just in terms of putting the car where you want it. How hard to mash the brakes to stop gradually but within a certain distance. How to apply the throttle gradually, even in an automatic, is something that takes a little while to pick up. Add in the complexity of letting out a clutch gradually in a synchronous fashion, and you are gonna have a frustrated kid (and dad) pretty quick. Dad was patient to a fault and I learned a lot of great things from him, far more than I ever got in driver's ed, where I was a star pupil owing to the hours of 'unofficial instruction' I got.

Anyhow, about a year after I got my license, a family friend needed a driver for his jewelry business. His car was a Golf with a five speed. Wouldn't you know it, dad's project car of the time was a Honda Civic 5-speed.

We went out one night and dad tried to learn me the basics. We had a pretty testy relationship at the time, as the year between 16 and 17 for me saw my folks nearly get a divorce, and I blamed him fully. But he still took me out and tried to impart his wisdom. Just didn't happen. About fifteen minutes in, after countless stalls nearly putting us through the windshield, he told me to pull over and he drove home.

6am the following morning, he knocks on my bedroom door, opens up and I sit up in bed…

"Yessir?"

"Hey boy. Filled up that Honda's tank. Don't brang it home 'til you run it dry and refill it, you understand?"

"Yessir, but I dunno how to…"

(with a hand up) "Nope. I showed you everthang I know last night, you don't need me sittin' beside you to figure it out. Oh. And you need to learn how to start from a stop on a hill, and that'll take some practice. You got it?"

"Yessir."

He tossed me the keys and that was that. Spent one hot-ass summer day in a 'Fly Yellow' Honda grinding gears and pissing other people off, figuring out how to work the thing. But I can't imagine having to learn the whole process at once.

Papa's got the luxury of easing the young man into it, I say take that route. Teach basic driving first, then the art of the manual later.

Edited by Paul at 7/20/2012 10:06:38 PM

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