By Tanis Miller
One morning, during a spring school holiday, my father walked into my bedroom while I was still sleeping, tossed a shirt onto my head and told me to get my arse out of bed and get ready to leave the house in fifteen minutes because he had plans for me.
I remember having just enough time to jump into the shower and get dressed and jump into his truck while moaning about the fact my hair was still wet and I wasn’t wearing any makeup and I was hungry and oh God Dad, where are you taking me?
He never did tell me where our destination was; instead preferring to ignore my questions and yammer on about how one drives a stick shift. He prattled on and explained the basic mechanics of how a standard engine works and demonstrated shifting gears and braking for over an hour until... More...
