Our car is hanging by a thin thread. Too thin for me to be willing to drive it. Quinn still drives it the three miles to and from work, but to do so he has to hand pump the clutch each time he needs to shift and hot wire the tail lights to get them to stay on.
So we're car shopping to get ideas while we wait on our tax refund, but in the mean time my Dad has loaned us his old Ford Windstar minivan that he's used for electrical work for several years. I realized driving it home last night that I am terrible at driving an automatic. 2 years in manual transmissions has ruined me. At one point I used my left foot to brake and nearly went through the windshield. That's not how you're supposed to brake. Darnitall.
Anywho, all that to say, it's gonna take a little practice to get back in the groove, but it's good for me. :D
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