When we lived in Germany I had to learn to drive a 5 speed vehicle. I did pretty good with it and caught on. This story though, is about switching back to an automatic after 2 years of driving a manual. We bought this little Nissan Sentra, and I was SO happy not to have to "think" about driving anymore.
We're cruising down this hill, the sort of big hill you slide into neutral for. So I did that, without thinking, in the Nissan. Get towards the bottom of the hill, and the goofy shifter gets itself into reverse, briefly, and cuts the engine. I was like... OMG... husband was like... OMG with several **** words. I have it in drive, correcting the issue... but IT WON"T START. haha. Duh.
Husband is SO MAD, thinking the brief stop over in reverse has killed the car. He throws himself out, goes to the trunk, gets the emergency triangle, walks out to place it... and I'm trying and trying to get the car started. I look back down at the shifter.... Waaaaaiiiit a minute. I put it in park and it starts right up. Call husband back, who's even madder now. He refers to that day as the day he nearly strangled me for real. Hahahaha, I've never seen him that mad before! He couldn't stop talking about it for a week. He was so mad, he couldn't see the big DUH issue either.
I'm not really known for doing dumb things, so when I do, I can't live them down. The worse that husband still teases me about was when I woke up, perhaps a little hung over from too much "koolaid"... and asked him "I need something to thirst my quench". Yeah... I totally said that. Geeze.
I have this giant scar on my shin, from when I thought it would be a good teenager hairbrained idea to climb some stadium bleachers from the back. So up I go, I get to the top, 20 feet in the air, lose my grip on the way over when my foot slipped. Jerked my foot back up and grabbed for my life, banging my shin into the corner of the bleacher seat. Didn't bleed much for as deep as it was... still not sure if that glimpse of white was bone or something else. It's like a dent right on the front of my shin.
As a kid, there was this tree that was off limits for climbing. I had climbed every tree near our house... but that one. So I waited on mom to take her nap, and got a piece of rope. The lowest branch of this tree was 10 ft high. The tree itself is quite impressive, it took 7 kids to hold hands all the way around it. I tie a loop onto the end of the rope, and throw it over the lowest branch. Once you're up there, it's easy with how the limbs spread out and you could walk around up there. I put my foot into the loop, and start pulling myself up. I get about half way up when my mom opens the side door and screams "Get out of that tree!". Causing me to let go of the rope and start falling with a thud, landing right on my back, right onto one of those big roots. I'm pretty sure that's where my back issues come from. That fall, and others off the back of "flying horses".
Oh, wait, one more! When I started driving, dad bought me this cute little '84 BMW 325. It had power locks but they were broken. I locked my keys in the car, and I'm freaking out. There was a cop who had one of those sticks, he comes over to try to get the door. Nope, not happening. Call a locksmith... he comes out. Looks at the car... walks around to the passenger side, and opens the door. I was like... wow, that's a duh moment if I ever saw one. He didn't charge me for it. Called me a silly girl and left.
Oh wait! Talk about dumb. Before I stopped driving stupid, I used to pick my husband up from his highschool. There was a street with a stop sign that was right across from the school entrance, so I would pull up there and wait. I had this big plan to peel out, and had my wheel turned ready to go. He gets in the car and I forgot I had my wheel turned already. I turn it some more and stomp the gas. Yeah, I peeled out, right up onto the curb and into the fire hydrant. The back tire stopped it, and I had to back it off to the sound of metal on metal. Glorious yellow paint streak down the passenger side. I managed to hide it from my parents for 4 months by parking it against the bushes. But I stopped home once and left it in the middle of the driveway right when my dad decided to trim those bushes, and he saw it. He laughed, and didn't tell my mom. He said I was doing better than he did, he totaled 3 cars his first winter driving.
Teenagers can be so stupid. Glad I finally grew out of it. Besides the car thing in Germany and the "Thirst my quench"... I don't have anymore recent ones.
We're cruising down this hill, the sort of big hill you slide into neutral for. So I did that, without thinking, in the Nissan. Get towards the bottom of the hill, and the goofy shifter gets itself into reverse, briefly, and cuts the engine. I was like... OMG... husband was like... OMG with several **** words. I have it in drive, correcting the issue... but IT WON"T START. haha. Duh.
Husband is SO MAD, thinking the brief stop over in reverse has killed the car. He throws himself out, goes to the trunk, gets the emergency triangle, walks out to place it... and I'm trying and trying to get the car started. I look back down at the shifter.... Waaaaaiiiit a minute. I put it in park and it starts right up. Call husband back, who's even madder now. He refers to that day as the day he nearly strangled me for real. Hahahaha, I've never seen him that mad before! He couldn't stop talking about it for a week. He was so mad, he couldn't see the big DUH issue either.
I'm not really known for doing dumb things, so when I do, I can't live them down. The worse that husband still teases me about was when I woke up, perhaps a little hung over from too much "koolaid"... and asked him "I need something to thirst my quench". Yeah... I totally said that. Geeze.
I have this giant scar on my shin, from when I thought it would be a good teenager hairbrained idea to climb some stadium bleachers from the back. So up I go, I get to the top, 20 feet in the air, lose my grip on the way over when my foot slipped. Jerked my foot back up and grabbed for my life, banging my shin into the corner of the bleacher seat. Didn't bleed much for as deep as it was... still not sure if that glimpse of white was bone or something else. It's like a dent right on the front of my shin.
As a kid, there was this tree that was off limits for climbing. I had climbed every tree near our house... but that one. So I waited on mom to take her nap, and got a piece of rope. The lowest branch of this tree was 10 ft high. The tree itself is quite impressive, it took 7 kids to hold hands all the way around it. I tie a loop onto the end of the rope, and throw it over the lowest branch. Once you're up there, it's easy with how the limbs spread out and you could walk around up there. I put my foot into the loop, and start pulling myself up. I get about half way up when my mom opens the side door and screams "Get out of that tree!". Causing me to let go of the rope and start falling with a thud, landing right on my back, right onto one of those big roots. I'm pretty sure that's where my back issues come from. That fall, and others off the back of "flying horses".
Oh, wait, one more! When I started driving, dad bought me this cute little '84 BMW 325. It had power locks but they were broken. I locked my keys in the car, and I'm freaking out. There was a cop who had one of those sticks, he comes over to try to get the door. Nope, not happening. Call a locksmith... he comes out. Looks at the car... walks around to the passenger side, and opens the door. I was like... wow, that's a duh moment if I ever saw one. He didn't charge me for it. Called me a silly girl and left.
Oh wait! Talk about dumb. Before I stopped driving stupid, I used to pick my husband up from his highschool. There was a street with a stop sign that was right across from the school entrance, so I would pull up there and wait. I had this big plan to peel out, and had my wheel turned ready to go. He gets in the car and I forgot I had my wheel turned already. I turn it some more and stomp the gas. Yeah, I peeled out, right up onto the curb and into the fire hydrant. The back tire stopped it, and I had to back it off to the sound of metal on metal. Glorious yellow paint streak down the passenger side. I managed to hide it from my parents for 4 months by parking it against the bushes. But I stopped home once and left it in the middle of the driveway right when my dad decided to trim those bushes, and he saw it. He laughed, and didn't tell my mom. He said I was doing better than he did, he totaled 3 cars his first winter driving.
Teenagers can be so stupid. Glad I finally grew out of it. Besides the car thing in Germany and the "Thirst my quench"... I don't have anymore recent ones.
