Yesterday we spent the afternoon with sahiya and twitchylizard at a cider pub in Sebastopol. Sitting in the warm sunshine, drinking local brew, people-watching for interesting hair and interesting tattoos: we were in Northern California all right. Also, Twitchy and Mr Pedia got along far too well for my peace of mind. They were a public menace with the giggling. Fear them! Especially when they're drunk.
I drove sahiya's automatic transmission vehicle home from Sebastopol, since I didn't feel like drinking and was therefore the only one without alcoholic bubbles floating around my head. I stuck my left foot onto the brace plate and said to it, "Left foot, you have nothing to do on this drive. Just chill out there." This strategy worked, since I only put my foot down onto the non-existent clutch once, at the very end of the drive.
I effing hate automatic transmissions. Manual everything! The machines haven't taken over yet! Mmmmmmmmm, glad to be of service.