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Originally Posted by Frank Lee
I've read about failed carjackings because the city-boy thieves, once in, couldn't figure out the m/t.  Sofa King We Todd Did. |
that is funny.
My dad was kinda gung ho at my life when I was 12, I was very much a runt, (outgrew that , thanks god) he sent me driving around parking lots randomly with his piece of crap 1981 cabover international with a big cam 350 cummins.
I understood popping the clutch and still moving, the splitter at fifth.
two feet on one clutch pedal, I had no choice but to ride the idle to get moving.
That turned out to be a bad start (pun) the next truck I tried to learn was 3 on the tree straight six, around 15 then, 18 inches taller than 3 years prior (seriously I bumped into everything and anything for no reason)....in that big bad rig, one has to ride the clutch a half hour, as if a ballerina, to get the slob moving...
Then yet another hard time to the phony cable linkage of a FWD rabbit. Horrifying...
I did manage to get through it all, and have a great time today giggling at my ten speed subaru.
a cross between.