The Paint Bike-Personal Narrative

As I walked around the strait bodied rebuilt 396 ‘71 Nova, I shielded my eyes to the gleam of its mustard gold paint and chrome polish of the engine block. I never thought this would be the day I would get to drive it and learn stick. When I looked up Joe and my dad they noticed me eyeing down the car and Joe said, “Ready to take it for a spin?” I nodded and he threw me the keys. As we got in I was so anxious but yet so nervous knowing that I’ve never drove a stick before. However my past knowledge of being good on a manual four-wheeler and dirt bike came along to help. I threw the key in the ignition and with a foot down on the clutch brought the beast to life. With a quick click of my seat belt and a rev of the engine I was ready to take on my challenge of the day. I slowly backed the car out of the driveway and threw it over in first. Knowing that you need to be subtle when working a manual I listened to my dad walk me through it and gave it more and more gas. Then to my surprise the gears started to catch, too bad the tires did not. I had given the 396 more gas than what I was used to and squealed the tires on the hot summer pavement. I flew back in my
Tho the car didn't seem to like that idea with me driving and kicked the car around while the clutch burnt a little. My dad had then ran me through what my mistakes where. As I was starting to get the hang of this whole deal I saw a red gleaming octogone in the distance on a upward slope. My heart started to beat faster and faster as I approached it and came to a stop. I looked both ways twice and took in what Joe and my dad told me. I slowly let off the clutch, gave it the perfect amount of gas and surprising got over the slope with no burnt tires following me. This is one day where I learned a lifelong lesson and will never forget to carry it with me in a nerve racking situation like this