Driving Lessons

Our middle son, Cameron, just got his driver's permit a few weeks ago and he and I went out in the Swedish Chariot to begin the "Introduction to a Manual Transmission" course. He did great and easily picked up the nuance of getting started in first gear without stalling the engine. Of course, he loved getting away from the video game version and into real life driving.

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