I've only owned one car, post college for about 5 years. It was a clutch, my dad taught me how to drive it. It was a fun little car (A Nissan Pulsar) to drive.
Clutch! I was taught, my friend drove a standard, was very patient as I ground the gears a bunch, finally got it, then forgot later that same day because I never drove clutch again.
My best friend in high school drove a Pontiac LeManz. It was tiny and she could fill the gas tank up with like $4 (back then). She taught me to drive standard in it and it was a breeze. Didn't touch a stick again until I was married (or almost married) and my husband tried to teach me in his Honda Civic. It did not go smoothly. 😏
So many accidents, Wil. Yikes. I'm glad you survived. And that photo is gold.
I definitely remember in the few fender benders I was in, feeling all prepared and responsible with my insurance info, and having the "older and wiser adult" on the other end of the accident shrug and tell me they didn't have insurance. Or they'd just want to shake hands and walk away, especially if their car received less damage. No one wants to deal with it. We shouldn't be allowed to drive cars. We've proven time and again that we are too dumb as a species to do it correctly and without killing ourselves or other people.
Lifeguard stories? Can they be about cute boys who smell good? I have some of those. But they might only be entertaining for me. 😂
You have prepped me for an elaborate tale of getting within sniffing distance of a guy up on a lifeguard stand whose sole focus is counting and recounting the number of heads in the pool, so like, maybe you just cautiously stepped up the ladder and he didn’t notice as you sniffed away? But I’d like to think it was more challenging and you connected a hose to the hollow rescue pole, which you leaned against his stand and then ran the hose behind the concessions where you stole deep nose inhales until you passed out in ecstatic bliss? Please tell me some of that!
You have a gift for taking my personal history and turning it into something much more interesting. 😂
These were OCEAN lifeguards. So, their essence was easily carried to me via the breath of the sea. Also, these same lifeguards worked as valets at the restaurant I worked, so I would occasionally give them a ride to the satellite parking lot (terrible judgement I'm just realizing), so their smell would get left behind on the upholstery of my passenger seat. These were not attainable guys, btw. I was 17 and they were 22 and mostly attached to some "girl/woman" elsewhere, but that didn't stop them from winking at and/or playfully shoulder punching me all summer. Those were good times in my vastly uninteresting life void of elaborate smell capers and real romances. ☀️😌
Your stories are great memory catchers, Wil. Thanks for this one. 💜
I've only owned one car, post college for about 5 years. It was a clutch, my dad taught me how to drive it. It was a fun little car (A Nissan Pulsar) to drive.
Clutch! I was taught, my friend drove a standard, was very patient as I ground the gears a bunch, finally got it, then forgot later that same day because I never drove clutch again.
My best friend in high school drove a Pontiac LeManz. It was tiny and she could fill the gas tank up with like $4 (back then). She taught me to drive standard in it and it was a breeze. Didn't touch a stick again until I was married (or almost married) and my husband tried to teach me in his Honda Civic. It did not go smoothly. 😏
The second half of that story sounded sexual, but that was not my intention. 😂
Cars are guns with wheels. Don't tempt fate too many more times.
So many accidents, Wil. Yikes. I'm glad you survived. And that photo is gold.
I definitely remember in the few fender benders I was in, feeling all prepared and responsible with my insurance info, and having the "older and wiser adult" on the other end of the accident shrug and tell me they didn't have insurance. Or they'd just want to shake hands and walk away, especially if their car received less damage. No one wants to deal with it. We shouldn't be allowed to drive cars. We've proven time and again that we are too dumb as a species to do it correctly and without killing ourselves or other people.
Lifeguard stories? Can they be about cute boys who smell good? I have some of those. But they might only be entertaining for me. 😂
You have prepped me for an elaborate tale of getting within sniffing distance of a guy up on a lifeguard stand whose sole focus is counting and recounting the number of heads in the pool, so like, maybe you just cautiously stepped up the ladder and he didn’t notice as you sniffed away? But I’d like to think it was more challenging and you connected a hose to the hollow rescue pole, which you leaned against his stand and then ran the hose behind the concessions where you stole deep nose inhales until you passed out in ecstatic bliss? Please tell me some of that!
You have a gift for taking my personal history and turning it into something much more interesting. 😂
These were OCEAN lifeguards. So, their essence was easily carried to me via the breath of the sea. Also, these same lifeguards worked as valets at the restaurant I worked, so I would occasionally give them a ride to the satellite parking lot (terrible judgement I'm just realizing), so their smell would get left behind on the upholstery of my passenger seat. These were not attainable guys, btw. I was 17 and they were 22 and mostly attached to some "girl/woman" elsewhere, but that didn't stop them from winking at and/or playfully shoulder punching me all summer. Those were good times in my vastly uninteresting life void of elaborate smell capers and real romances. ☀️😌
Your stories are great memory catchers, Wil. Thanks for this one. 💜
Memory catchers. Thanks. I’m honored.