Originally Posted by
falingore
I learned to drive on my dad's '83 Golf, 5 speed. I've owned sticks since then and hadn't driven an auto until that fateful day in college...
Note: I'm not a heavy drinker and prefer flavor to quantity, always been that way.
Friends - "We're hammered... you're gonna need to drive."
Me - "Alright."
Friends - "It's the blue Taurus, don't move the seat."
Me - "Cool. I'll grab the car and swing around to get you guys."
Five minutes pass...
Friends finally walk the block to the car and knock on the window, "What the hell man?"
Me - "Uh... how do you get it into drive?"
Yeah, I've been in the reverse of that situation many times... it's strange being on the other side.