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kasia13
at Sat Mar 24 15:45:17 2007 [ Report Abuse ] [ Email Message ] [ Show All Posts by kasia13 ]
Well, when hubby and I were dating, he had a Chevy Corvair (brings ya back, right?). He would drive, and had his right arm around me (bucket seats). My job was to shift, listening to the engine, and he would step on the clutch and I would shift. All was going well, until that fateful day. On our way up a hill, he told me shift it into 2nd. Dingbat put it in reverse, and the guy in back of us had heart failure seeing the backup lights go on up that steep hill.
Since then, and forever more, I drive an automatic.
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