Driving By Instinct

Waiting to Confess. 5/365

...there was one moment today. One.

I was on my way to Manor, Texas to drop off some brochures to the U-Haul there. I was trying to avoid tolls, so I had go the long way around or the backroads, if you will. Two lane highway.

I’m in in 2008 Toyota Corolla five five speed. This Ford F250 is on my tail, urging me forward. I get it, we’ve all got places to go and be.

Then, we hit this random hill on the road and I’m in third and then coast down and when the hill starts going up, I speed up, put in forth, then fifth --

The F250 is now almost kissing my tail, and then I drop it down to third, then forth, and wham, I feel the car wanting to go and go to fifth and in my review I see the F250, automatic, struggle to keep up.

Ha!

Downshift again, feel it out, and then again, I’m back up to fifth again, but somehow have found another gear and I’m zooming up the hill farther and farther away from the F250.

I gotta remember that at one time I sucked at driving a stick shift. That I use to stall or rev my engine until I remember to shift. I ain’t gonna lie, there are days, I tell myself, do you even know how to drive a Manuel?

Most days, I’m just driving, not even thinking. That took driving everyday in all kinds of traffic, especially here in Austin. That now, driving stick is almost second nature.

As I look at this crappy shot I took while waiting to go to confession, that I used to stall, and that all I gotta do is continue to try to make this habit until, until...

I can leave doubt and insecurity in the dust.