Well, most automatic transmissions have a "Low", or something similar, where you can override what the automatic transmission is doing. I think they are just adding gears and features to that, but it's not the same thing as a "manual" transmission.
*shrug* I don't know. I'm not a car person or a mechanic. That element isn't important to the story and I'm taking your rec and removing it. If it's not important why have it, right?
Note to self: Must not obsess about little things that don't matter to the story.
Bayou Bill 8)
cupnjava- 03-22-2007
Proof--PROOF--that I obssess and dwell on little things that never freaking make it into the story.
This is what I used of all that information about the car.
His doctor—it felt especially good to say to the entire congregation. Now that everyone had stopped playing Priest Tug of War, I returned my attention to Father Daniel. I knew I needed to check his blood pressure, but I left my med bag in the car. After fishing through my pocket for my keys, I tossed them to the flower lady. “Bring me the blue gym bag behind the passenger seat.”
She looked at the keys and took two steps away. She stooped and turned around. “Which one is your car?”
How could I forget to tell her that? “H-350 Apex.”
She nodded and took two more steps before stopping. “Which looks like?”
“Dark green convertible.” There couldn’t be too many of those in the parking lot. Father Daniel’s hand twitched and pressed against my chest. I looked down and confusion claimed his eyes. His hand started to tremble and jerked against me like he was trying to get away. He looked disoriented and terrified. Tears threatened to mingle with the sweat on his face.
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A little later...
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I smiled at Father Daniel. “Problem solved. No arguing.” I waded through the crowd trying to carve a path for him. When a woman approached to hug him, panic washed across his face. Time to be a bastard again. “Give him room.” I offered my best doctor’s voice and put my arm around his shoulders. I kept his fans at bay all the way to my car.
Wanting to maximize the air flow around him, I put the top down and sat our bags behind the seats.
He ran his hand along the passenger window. “I never saw you in hybrid.”
I shrugged and unlocked his door. “It’s cheaper on gas.”
He sat down and put his laptop on his thighs. “And it has nothing to do with it being better for the environment or trying to do something good for humanity.”
Whatever. I scoffed and shook my head when I sat. “Nope, just about the wallet.”
He humphed and my gut told me he didn’t believe me. I started the car, rolled down the window, fastened my seatbelt and waited from him to do the same.
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Why do I do this to myself?
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