Don't go driving my trust into a wall, then, huh? [ says Bruce as he leans into the car from the other side, tossing Barry the key fob (even though he could push-button start it, he looks so pleased to be given them—) and then setting the take-out in the floor of the back seat.
Doors: Close. Seatbelts: on. Meme competition line. ]
Alright, so you've got one hand on the wheel, and the other on the gear.
[ Bruce can drive anything, can build a car from scratch, but ME ON THE OTHER HAND DRIVES A MEDIOCRE HONDA WITH AN AUTOMATIC,, so,,, Barry is subjected to patient but direct instruction, about the placement of the gear shaft and when to hit the gas.
If all else fails, ('You're flooding it') Bruce can handle the shifting and Barry can just press down on the pedal and steer. Teamwork.
Halfway back: ] You can drive in general, though, right.
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Doors: Close. Seatbelts: on. Meme competition line. ]
Alright, so you've got one hand on the wheel, and the other on the gear.
[ Bruce can drive anything, can build a car from scratch, but ME ON THE OTHER HAND DRIVES A MEDIOCRE HONDA WITH AN AUTOMATIC,, so,,, Barry is subjected to patient but direct instruction, about the placement of the gear shaft and when to hit the gas.
If all else fails, ('You're flooding it') Bruce can handle the shifting and Barry can just press down on the pedal and steer. Teamwork.
Halfway back: ] You can drive in general, though, right.