When I got my permit at 17 I was so excited to drive. I drove my mom’s automatic a few times and felt like something was missing. I sat down with my dad one day and he asked me what I wanted my first car to be. Now before you go saying that I was spoiled there’s a reason why my dad felt he needed to buy my first car. When I was younger my Grandpa was the light of my life and whenever him and my Grandma would come over for dinner it seriously made my day. He was my favorite out of the two (sorry Grandma). He would secretly give me pieces of gum (Doublemint to be exact) because my parents didn’t allow me to have it so he would slip me little pieces here and there. He had this specific smell that I loved, and I will never forget that smell. Before he passed away he promised me something. Since him, my Grandma, Dad, and Mom came to America a few years before I was born he made it a point to learn about the American culture because this was the country he wanted to reside in until his final days and he wanted to retire in the great state of Texas (which I didn’t know until a few days before I moved there for a few months). He obviously didn’t make it to be able to retire in Texas and my Grandma ended up moving back to Poland, but before he passed he sat me down and promised me that since he knew in the American culture 16 is a huge year and that it’s called a Sweet 16, he would purchase my first car for me. I could pick whatever car I wanted. My Grandpa was my dad’s dad. Hence why my dad felt that he needed to carry out that promise my Grandfather made me many years before, even though I honestly was not expecting it.
I chose a 2004 Jetta TDI 5 speed.
I came home one day from a friend’s house and saw a brand new 2004 Jetta TDI sitting in the driveway and let’s just say I may or may not have screamed out of excitement. It was the best surprise EVER! Then, my dad started teaching me how to drive stick. I cried MANY times because for whatever reason the whole concept just was not clicking in my head. I stalled so many times and was so mad at myself and I was even more upset because I could see how frustrated my dad was. So one day he got out of my car and said he’s done with teaching me, he’s going to have to get me an automatic. Well, let’s just say I REFUSED to drive an automatic. My dad got out of the car and I wiped the tears from my eyes and said I HAVE to learn. Needless to say, I put my car in first gear and FINALLY got the concept. It was an extremely happy moment for my dad and me.
My driving shoes were always converse. I learned how to drive with converse, I took my driver’s test with converse, and every time I’ve gotten a new car or had to test drive one I needed to do it in my converse. This is probably why I have such an obsession!When you drive stick you have to be comfortable and adjusting to a new clutch is always the worst part for me. My new car has hill assist and it drives me nuts because I don’t roll back so I don’t know when the clutch is catching, so annoying! Eventually I’m able to drive in all of my other shoes but I have to get adjusted to the new clutch. I’m not sure if it’s just me or everyone else, but there’s just something about your favorite pair of driving shoes that helps you drive better.
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