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I drove, clutched and shifted gears. He directed. “Go straight there. Turn right here.” I did what he told me— only to find myself stopped on a steep, side street, in front of a line of cars and too afraid to shift. “I can’t do it,” I said. He clenched, yelled. I cowered, gunned the engine, let out the clutch. But before I risked the stall, I pressed in the clutch and the brake. He shifted the car into neutral, pulled the emergency brake. While we switched places, he apologized to the drivers behind us.
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Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 6:16 PM UTC
The Driving Lesson, 1975
I drove, clutched and shifted gears. He directed. “Go straight there. Turn right here.” I did what he told me— only to find myself stopped on a steep, side street, in front of a line of cars and too afraid to shift. “I can’t do it,” I said. He clenched, yelled. I cowered, gunned the engine, let out the clutch. But before I risked the stall, I pressed in the clutch and the brake. He shifted the car into neutral, pulled the emergency brake. While we switched places, he apologized to the drivers behind us.
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Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 6:16 PM UTC
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