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February 18, 2010
From 2/17

I dreaded to the point of near-vomit the thought of making the transition to a busy four-lane road beyond this easy blacktop. What was I going to do when I had to start up again after stopping at a red light? Did I have what it took not only to execute the fancy footwork required to drive with a shift but to coordinate it with the stick itself? Why had I allowed myself to be seduced by this chocolate brown MG in the first place? And why the fuuuuuck was I letting my father teach me?

Continued 2/19