Lizzie is learning to drive a stick shift.
You don't have to feel too sorry for me, though, because The Brain did most of the hard work. He's the one who volunteered to take her to a parking lot and let her practice and get used to her new nemesis, The Clutch. He also had her drive home from that parking lot, including the exhilarating experience of lurching into the middle of an intersection only to have the car die during the left turn process, which, as you yourself have probably experienced, quickly evoked strong reactions from several different drivers.
He then dealt with the aftermath of hyperventilation and the near fainting spell that took place after they managed to get out of the intersection.
He even took her out again the next day where they were only yelled at once when she stopped at a supermarket crosswalk and couldn't get going again, only to have the driver of the car behind her get out of his car to come to her window to yell at her about "parking in the fire lane". (Get a life, guy!)
The Brain again had to deal with the aftermath of hyperventilation and the near fainting spell that took place after they managed to get out of the fire lane.
When it was my turn, I rode with her while she drove to a choir practice on Sunday night. Lizzie, Mimi and I all hopped into the little car to make what I thought should be an uneventful 15 minute drive.
See, when you drive a mini-van, the only people who "check you out" are creepy old guys in convertibles. It never occurred to me that being in a different car with a different driver might produce different results along those lines.
I was stunned by the number of cars full of teenage buys that zoomed up to check us out. I mean, from the back, we looked like "Hey! car full of girls!" Of course, once they figured out that it was 2 girls and their mom, the fascination was over and they sped away. I don't think Lizzie even noticed. (She had plenty to think about, what with the driving and clutching, and braking, and shifting... not to mention the burning clutch fumes that were making us all a little dizzy.)
But seriously, once we got home, the Brain was dealing with MY hyperventilation and near fainting spell. I guess when you get old, you forget how many distractions there really ARE on the road.