Wednesday, January 18

6th street hill

once upon a time, i started driving my dad's old 1983 suburu loyale. it took a lot of loops in the parking lot, trips around the triangle park, and start/stop practices in my driveway, but when i thought i could handle the real roads, i took my stick driving skills to school. the first time, it took me 25 minutes to get to school. which is... less than a mile away. within that first week, i left my english paper at home. uh oh. i was forced to drive home at lunch, alone, to get it. leaving right around the time that students were returning from lunch (i had an open period after), i ascended 6th street hill- a hill that is virtually a mountain. i started out just fine, even confident, but as i reached the halfway point of the hill, stanley (my car) started to stutter (office reference!). and...stutter it did... to a complete stop on a narrow two lane hill. i looked at the gas gauge and realized... i was out of gas. around me, cars were walking and a line of cars had formed behind me. all honking. 

i don't know when i started crying, but i think it was after calling three of my male friends and still not being able to do anything but sit there like a new 16 year old driver (i.e. idiot) while people starting poking their heads out of windows and line the street. ugh. not long after my phone calls failed me, not one, but two cops showed up. the first one came up to my window, saw my tears, and immediately froze. i guess a crying hormonal 16 year old girl is slightly unnerving. he asked me if everything was alright (...clearly not) and what seemed to be the problem ("i have no idea! i just learned how to drive stick and i think i'm out of gas and blah blah blah blah!"). finally, he made some fancy cop hand signals to the cop below him and turned to me and asked if i could put the car in neutral and reverse the car down the hill. wait, what's neutral!? by now, dozens of high school students were returning to school. the first cop parked at the top of the hill and the second car parked at the very bottom. embarrassing. still crying, i figured out what neutral meant and let my car roll... slowly down the hill. slowly. 

a chorus of applause rang in my head when i made it down safely and my car was hidden from public eye and could not disturb the public any longer. 

today, i woke up to a foot of snow outside. now a pretty experienced stick driver three years later, i reversed my car out of the driveway today elated that i drove a suburu (and laughed at the beetles and two wheel drive sedans roaming the streets) with four wheel drive. yes! somehow, i managed to completely forget my terrible relationship with 6th street hill and found myself at the top of it... with only one way out: to go down. going 5 miles per hour, i managed my way halfway down and just like the first time at 16, it seemed i was going to make it. until 3/4 of the way down, i was suddenly fishtailing. and suddenly perpendicular to the hill. and then completely flipped around now facing the trick that had been behind me. luckily, he seemed to have some amount of intelligence in his head and had stopped when i started fishtailing. 

my car stopped, dead in the middle of the hill for the second time in my life (two times too many and one more than i ever intended after the first experience). luckily, i had gas. and i started stanley up again and he started perfectly. i turned the car around easily and made my way down. because only in idaho is fishtailing and sliding down a hill just a normal obstacle in your day.

8 comments:

kylee said...

and that is why i hate snow. the only reason why. driving in it. other than that i actually quite like it. but driving in it is the death of me. i would say literally but problem is i'm not literally dead. i turn into a 2mph grandma driver who grips the steering wheel with all her might every winter.

Becky said...

Ahh so scary!! But so glad you are safe. I don't even know how to drive a stick so props to you for being able to! And in the snow even!

Leslie Quiros said...

thats insane. I am glad everything is good and I know how terrible snow can be... I hate it all. Wish I lived somwewhere where it was fall and summer and spring only.. no winter! haha
xo
LMQ

Celynne said...

Winter driving is so not cool. Good on you learning and rolling with it though, I don't even know how to drive stick.

Natalie said...

Oh my gosh. That sounds relatively terrifying. I'm glad all is okay! Yeah, driving in the snow is definitely not fun at all. I don't have four wheel drive either, so the fact that I live on top of a giant hill which my car can't make it up once it snows more than a few inches is pretty annoying... Stick shift though, agh. Never learned but it seems like it makes things even more complex!

fb said...

Can I just say that you're a great writer?!

I read this story, but the whole time I was thinking, wow this is really well written and interesting.

Either way, I'm happy you got off that hill. Sounds scary

Ebony said...

Oh wow! I was actually scared for you come the second story... you have a wonderful way of re-telling Mags.. but you did it! And how strong do you feel now? I can't drive a manual although I've had my auto license for 3 years. Shocking really.


Hey, I know I've been absent from your bloggy lately and I wanted to apologise. I've been reading along and never get time to comment. Making up for that now :) Love you M.

Dreamy Princess said...

Wow.. what an interesting story. Glad that you're fine(:
I hope you can always brush up your driving skill.

I learned to drive, but till now I haven't get a chance to really drive a car.

I always have a same dream about driving: Suddenly the situation makes me have to drive alone, and when the time to stop the car, I can't. haha.. It's terrifying xp

Cheers,
Dreamy Princess