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
seat and heard nothing but a roar of the engine, a squawking sound, and Joe saying, “Easy on the throttle, she’s touchy.” When I got around to looking in the rear views, I saw a faint cloud of tire smoke blowing away and some dark posse mark on the ground. I soon began to let off the gas and start my transition to second befor I red lined the motor. I was totally off on the throttle then pushed the clutch to the floor, threw it in second and gave it gas again.
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
one.