Escorting me around the island was a red Nissan that is not unlike the one driven by one of my high-school neighbors, Brian Geiersbach. It was really a nice and peppy car, and it was the first automatic transmission I'd driven in a while. Making the transition from manual to automatic wasn't as trivial as I might have suspected: I kept finding myself shifting aimlessly while flailing around with my clutch foot.
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