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4. Driving stick is something my mom said is a nice skill to add to the Toolbox of Life. My blog boss said it’s good to know because, hey, maybe you need to drive the.

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I Learned To Drive Stick From Some Cops In A Florida Parking Lot At 2 A. M. Driving stick is something my mom said is a nice skill to add to the Toolbox of Life. My blog boss said it’s good to know because, hey, maybe you need to drive the getaway car one day, and in this hypothetical, the getaway car has a manual transmission. But I first learned how to drive stick in the early hours of Nov. Florida, on the way to the airport in Orlando. A police officer.

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Much as we must all learn important and relevant skills like how to revulcanize your own tires and. My colleague, Mike Ballaban, picked me up from my apartment in Brooklyn and drove to a less- trafficked area of the borough.

I hadn’t driven stick in a hot minute—my job is covering Tesla and Uber and doing reporter shit, not so much reviewing the cars like some of my colleagues, but sorry anyway—so Ballaban wanted to make sure I could still hack it. The car itself is slick. It carries a 3. 0- liter turbo inline- six pushing out 3. It’s loud enough to where you’ll turn some heads on a quiet street, perhaps, but that could also happen because it’s an exceptionally sharp looking car—at least, as you’ll see—in red. There’s four driving settings—Eco Pro, Comfort, Sport and Sport+—which, to be honest, I didn’t get a chance to cycle through in New York City traffic. But for the most part, the car was smooth, an easy whip to brush up on your grasp of manual transmissions. I say this, in part, because of a start/stop engine button helpfully located next to the wheel.

It’s not my proudest moment, but I stalled out a couple times. Luckily, with this simple arrangement, rather than have to twist a key every time I screwed up, swallowing my pride meant jamming my thumb into a round black button while trying to avoid the cackle emanating from the passenger’s seat. Ballaban definitely enjoyed watching me flounder in misery. Anyway, the point is, the convertible is a well- rounded vehicle that’s suitable for anyone looking to shell over $5. MSRP for the M2. 40i. I recommend you purchase one immediately. But it all jogged my memory about that 2.

Florida. Over Halloween weekend that year, I made the trek to the city of Gainesville for The Fest, an annual party of sorts hosted by No Idea Records that features a slate of punk shows happening across numerous venues. This particular iteration held particular importance: it featured one of the last out- of- town shows for The Ergs, arguably one of the best punk band of the 2. If you’re unfamiliar, imagine the most infectious melodies set to an incredible rhythm section with goofy and fun and memorable lyrics that captivate you to sing along.

It was a good time.) While the Internet was definitely a Thing in 2. I did to organize the trip to Gainesville was something of a composite of the free rides section on Craigslist, Facebook, and Air. Bn. B. At 1. 8, I was dumb, worked a dumb job at a shitty restaurant in Metro Detroit.

But I felt like I needed to see this show. The Ergs are a common thread among a swath of my friends, and I spent plenty of nights listening to their records in college and beyond. I heard a particularly fun story about them playing in Detroit, sometime in the mid- 2.

But instead of stopping, the drummer just kept playing, while those in attendance either sung along or hummed the appropriate melodies in the song to keep things moving. When the electricity was restored moments later, I was told, the band didn’t miss a beat and immediately launched back into the song. They were that kind of band. Figuring out lodging was a bit of a challenge. As best as I can remember, The Fest had a forum for the weekend, including a section where you could seek out lodging accommodations. I either posted looking for someone to put us up, or reached out to someone offering a place to stay.

Whatever the case, I got a response and we were set. Install Grub To Boot Drivers. What can I say about the weekend? It was wonderful, better than I could’ve imagined.

The first night I didn’t sleep and went with—at the time—an acquaintance to see another band called The Measure play at a record shop in town at 6 a. The set wasn’t particularly memorable, but there was one notable moment.

While The Measure set up their equipment, whoever was running sound played the Guided By Voices album Bee Thousand, something I hadn’t heard before. The Measure’s drummer—also, coincidentally, the drummer and namesake of The Ergs—sang along to the opening track “Hardcore UFOs” and, I don’t know, I never got the song out of my head. The melody’s stupidly catchy, and I’m not entirely sure how I figured out who wrote the song; if I had to guess, I punched in a line I remembered hearing into Google and scanned all those lyric sites until I found a hit. So staying up for a weird 6 a. As a result, I later fell in love with that particular era of GBV, and have loved the band ever since. Afterward, I became close friends with the acquaintance and remain close to this day.

That Sunday, the Ergs played two sets, after a band scheduled to perform had dropped. It was a blast. And then it wasn’t. Planning a trip when you’re 1. Neither is relying on someone you meet through a message board. On paper, though, the way that weekend was supposed to end was simple. After The Ergs played, our driver—a guy who proved to be a hassle throughout the trip for innumerable reasons, despite being nice enough to deal with my friends and I—was supposed to drive us to the airport in Orlando, two hours away, so we could catch a 6 a. Sunday, we went to our meeting spot.

He didn’t show. We called, and called, and called. Suddenly, around midnight, he shows up without notice, driving with a woman he was hellbent on trying to sleep with the entire weekend. She leaves, and off we go. As far as I can remember, the guy seemed in seriously rough shape, and I recall asking if he was OK to drive. He said he was fine, but after about 2. Therein was the issue: he was the only one who knew how to drive stick. Sure, fine, whatever.

We end up in a parking lot of a motel, next to a Wafflehouse. About 2. 0 minutes later, we try to wake him up. He’s out cold. We try screaming into his ear, setting off phone alarms, jabbing him in the arm. So we retreat to the Wafflehouse to eat and try to find a way out. Mind you, today, I look back at this and think how stupid the entire situation is—but we all had limited resources and, as far as I can remember, couldn’t pay for a cab between the three of us.

Breakfast—or whatever I ate at Waffle House—sucked. The only other table in the dimly- lit restaurant kept doing dumb shit to mess with the waiter; imagine watching a group keep dropping their silverware and then order the waiter over to pick up the fork or knife. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. By the time we get back to the car, our buddy’s still out cold. Again with the screaming in his ear, punching him in the side. The three of us proceed to call friends and pace around the lot of a hotel for the next 3. Unbeknownst to us, this sort of behavior doesn’t bode well for guests of a motel.

Imagine that: three guys pacing around a parking lot, screaming and yelling at a guy who’s passed out in the driver’s seat of a car. A suspicious sight! Who would’ve thought. Eventually, a police cruiser arrives to figure out what the hell we’re up to. We try to explain what I’m sure, in 2. He just put us up for a weekend and was supposed to drive us to the airport and back and let us crash at his place and a hotel he rented so we could watch some grimey punk bands play.” The cops go over to try to wake him up, and at this point, remarkably, our pal’s waking up.

Slowly, he comes to and finds a pair of officers staring him down and asking questions. One of my friends was far more livid than I realized, telling the cop he was completely trashed, despite telling us otherwise.

I doubted this was a good look for us. Finally, the cops asked: “Why don’t one of you morons just drive the car?”I explained that none of us knew how to drive stick.