I took my car to my dad to get my oil changed and the lug nuts loosened (Dad said it must have been a baboon that put my car back together because I couldn’t get the oil cap off either). He sent me to the NAPA down the road to get some oil, a filter, and some Seafoam and since my car was on the lift so he could start draining out the oil, I had to take his car. Well, my car’s a manual and I’ve had it for working on three months. During that time, I’ve not had much time behind the wheel of automatics. So I got in the car and the first thing I do is fumble around for the clutch. And then I remember it’s not there. Then, I look near the floor to put the car in reverse, but his car is one of the ones that has it on the steering column. I got to the stop sign at the end of the road and I was looking for the clutch and gear shifter again. And driving the Lumina (Dad’s car) was really boring. The acceleration just isn’t there like it is in my car. *grin* I know, it’s bad. You don’t have to tell me that. Anyway, by the time I got back with all the stuff, it was really nice to be working with my dad on something and not having to rush or worry about being competent. I guess it helps I had a general idea of what I was doing. Whatever way you want to spin it, it was nice having the time to spend with him working on my car, even if it was simple stuff.