<Super_User_2> the very first time I practiced driving I
scared the shit
out of my dad. It was a manual transmission truck. I had it in
first and
tired to shift, but the timing on the clutch was fucked up and
it just
spun, but the pedal was lighter then I thought and I floored
it. The
truck sounded like it was doing 90 and my nervous laugh
sounded maniacal.
He just screamed "NOOOOOOOOOO!" as we moved about 1/2 mile an
hour...
he drove home.
