Well, as of a few minutes ago, yesterday. My dad took me out in his Mustang and let me putz around my old high school parking lot.
Gist (sp?) of the adventure:
Me: Manual! Wooh! Like all those speed channel shows!
Dad: why am I letting her do this to my baby?
Dad: Now, lets take it slow here. Try revving to 1800rpm.
revves to 3000, then a perfect 1800
Dad: Nice. How about putting it in gear? Remember, keep the pedals even.
Promptly revvs way too high (I think 4000) and kills the car.
grins, starts up the car, and tries again. Gets startled when the car actually starts moving
rinse and repeat, eventually making it up to third gear. Glad the car brakes fast, since the parking lot isnt that long
I then moved from the parking lot to the actual streets. Quickly becoming a menace, I go about ten over the speed limit (oh the horror!), stall out the car at stop signs, and wait for big breaks in traffic before I pull out into semi major neighborhood streets. I then attempt to pull onto the freeway access road, but my dad freaks out and tells me that while I can drive the thing, pulling out into traffic might not be the wisest decision at this moment in time.
On a side note:
Anyone here drive a 2003 Mustang GT? Third gear hates drivers. If you shove it into gear like you do with all four other gears, you’l miss and put it in fifth. You have to push into neutral, wait for it to shift over on its own, then shove it in. Annoying little design flaw. Also, the clutch is freaking hard to push! I felt like my mother, looming over the wheel so that I was pushed forward far enough to even reach the clutch. Stupid short legs.
Why am I, a college girl, learning how to drive a manual car? Because once I can drive a manual, I can get my own car! (Subbie Impreza wrx) If I am getting a relatively spry car, why put a sludgebox in it? No street racing for me, but some weekend rallying looks like fun.
Now, I wonder if I can wrangle some more drive time later this weekend…