Just Like Riding a Bike

I learned to drive on a stick-shift.  But that was many years ago.  I haven't had a manual transmission car since I sold my 1986 Chevy Chevette.  Today, I had to drive my son-in-laws  5-speed.  Daughter asks if I still remember how.  I smile and tell her it's just like riding a bike.  You never forget how.

Modern Day Cowboy

He roared up in his Ford F150 beater pick-up truck, jumped from the cab, snatched up his jumper cables and had them attached to my car's battery in no time at all.  With a rev of the truck's engine, my car's engine came to life.  He detached the cables, threw 'em in the bed of his truck, tipped his Skoal cap and zoomed away.