Back in at uni this evening for a Rakugo performance, I was surprised when one of the lecturers insisted I drive her car across campus to help transport some stuff back to the faculty afterwards.
Oh, well, she insisted, so I obliged.
She forgot to mention that the car had a manual transmission, so I had a decidedly rough start, until after a few seconds when my brain kicked in and I pushed the clutch in.....
From then on, plain sailing, and it was actually quite a nice car to drive. It had only been about four months since I last drove a manual - better than my usual average of a year or so between times.
The weird sensation came when, after returning her car and getting back into mine (equipped with that oh-so-useful automatic transmission). For some reason, probably having something to do with the sudden and unexpected transition to the manual car, my brain didn't want to go back to accepting a car with only two pedals, and my foot searched for the clutch that wasn't there. Twice.
By the time we got back to Elli's house I was comfortable again... its all a matter of what you're used to.
The Rakugo itself was well and truly worth watching - Hadn't seen Thomas since before my little New Zealand trip - and hadn't seen a few other people for a very long time at all. Now, if I can just get my hands on a copy of the videotape The Duck took, I will be very happy!
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