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“And this one’s third,” he said patiently, guiding her hand into the proper position. “Easy does it.”

“Like this?” she asked, forgetting to engage the clutch.

“No,” he sighed. “You didn’t push in the clutch. Try again.”

She made another attempt, missing second and accidentally putting it into reverse instead of third.

“I’m really glad we decided to practice shifting here at Lookout Point, instead of on the road.”

“Me, too,” she agreed. She’d learned to drive a stick shift sitting on her daddy’s lap. A few more “errors” and he’d give up and they could practice their “parking” techniques.