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It is cold in this car Your breath makes firework shaped gaps on the ice encrusted on the inner windshield We wait for the heat to kick in I'm already buckled up, nested between strap and seat You're not though You instead wait until you've eased out the clutch Hand leaving first gear Gliding it into second Only then does the seat belt go on The buckle only clicking between gears between stall or movement between possibilities
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Stick Shift
It is cold in this car Your breath makes firework shaped gaps on the ice encrusted on the inner windshield We wait for the heat to kick in I'm already buckled up, nested between strap and seat You're not though You instead wait until you've eased out the clutch Hand leaving first gear Gliding it into second Only then does the seat belt go on The buckle only clicking between gears between stall or movement between possibilities
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
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