Thanks to Rita, I’ve got a Houston evacuee (she says we went to college together, but I’m not convinced that I remember her) staying with me this week. She flew in on one of the last flights out before the hurricane hit, and as a result she has no wheels of her own in town. So I’m helping her remember how to drive a 5-speed so she can get out whenever she wants.
Between the Volvo 740 Wagon and the Type R, the Volvo was the natural choice since it doesn’t have a rollbar/seat/harness setup and it’s not my precious, precious Type R. Also, her limited prior experience with a manual was in a truck, so the B230FT’s tractor-like qualities are perfect. She took to it very quickly and will be rev-matching in no time, but naturally she’s had a stall or two. It’s part of the learning process.
One such stall happened on a slight uphill near the beach, and since we had rolled back a bit and a queue was forming, I stuck my hand out to wave the four or five cars behind us around. The car behind us honked a few times, which always pissed me off when I was learning stick, since it really doesn’t do anything except fluster the driver more and encourage them to rush things, which isn’t going to help. The honking car then pulled up next to us and stopped; a surfboard was wedged between the passenger seat and the door, blocking most of the window and our view of the driver, but the voice was clearly audible;
“Are you just learning?” he asked.
“Yes!” we replied in unison.
“Oh man, okay, I’m sorry I honked….” he said, sounding truly repentant.
I hope his surfer karma was restored despite the brief lapse of road-rage.