When I was 16 my friend's father (who was a meat wholesaler) got sick and I was the only friend of his son with a drivers license so he asked me if I could do his deliveries for him that day.
He had a white panel truck. I had to drive to the slaughterhouse and pick up some carcasess and deliver them to various restaurants.
It was a rainy fall day, the passenger windshield wiper wasn't working (we drove with the passenger window open with him wiping the side of the window from time to time so I could see out that side) and I had never driven stick before.
By time we finished the deliveries I could drive stick.
I have never owned an automatic.
He had a white panel truck. I had to drive to the slaughterhouse and pick up some carcasess and deliver them to various restaurants.
It was a rainy fall day, the passenger windshield wiper wasn't working (we drove with the passenger window open with him wiping the side of the window from time to time so I could see out that side) and I had never driven stick before.
By time we finished the deliveries I could drive stick.
I have never owned an automatic.