Learning To Drive A Standard

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Okay. So our fellow friend and Mylot member, dreamertink @dfollin, has been trying to get me to tell the stories of how I learned to drive a standard transmission after a comment I made in her post "Driving" recently. It is rather embarrassing but here goes..... It was in the mid 80's. I was married to my third husband, RK. (What a wonder he was.) He taught me alot. We decided to buy a new car. I was the money maker in the household so I decided on a Buick. Skyhawk to be exact. He told me a standard transmission would be best and it would be easy for me to learn to drive one. I believed him and bought the Skyhawk with a standard transmission. Big mistake! He attempted to teach me how to drive it in his own way. I recall being at a stop sign at one point. The street wasn't level and you actually drove up to the sign. So, when I went to take off I had to change gears and I would roll back and have to start all over. RK told me over and over the steps I needed to take to change gears and take out from the sign into traffic. I was getting flustered and could not, for the life of me, correspond the clutch and the gears. RK was getting very put out with me. He had driven a standard most of his life and couldn't understand why I couldn't just do it. Finally he yelled at me and got out, came around and got in the driver's seat pushing me over to the passenger side. "I'll do it!" He yelled. That was one instance. Another was when we were over at my in-laws. I had become friends with his older sister. We got on the subject of my learning to drive the standard and she offered to help. So off we went out into the driveway and into my car. She tried. Really she did. And she was so patient. I think that by that time it had become an emotional situation for me. I never have been very coordinated so trying to do one thing with one part of my body, and, something else with another part of my body while under duress had become a real problem for me. We set out in the driveway for a good hour(Really!) before I was able to calm down. Then I was able to back out and drive for a bit around the small farming community and back to their house. The difference between having a gentle voiced, patient individual helping me and my screaming meemies husband was huge. So, with her help I learned in an afternoon what RK had been trying to teach me in a couple of weeks. Later I remarried and my hubby, DY, was much nicer and when I went to drive his truck it took a little instruction and a few laughs to remember how to work the clutch and the gears. I'm just not that coordinated I guess. Thank goodness for the automatic. There ya go dreamertink @dfollin. See why I didn't want to share?