In the aftermath of humanity's collapse, Vincent Armani, the last known human, struggles to find a place in a world now inhabited by "Anthrokind" - a society of intelligent, anthropomorphic animals and the result of his father's invention; the X-R07...
With the introduction of a new car comes with a new schedule. My daily timetable here at Frank's house (or should I say boot camp) has been remapped due to the recent changes.
If I need to get around quickly, I must relearn how to drive a car. A manual one, too. From four in the morning until twelve, I will be learning the basics of driving this car along with the new road rules and all possible routes from this town, Oakfield, the city, and other significant highways. From that point on, until ten at night, I will resume my usual training and thus conclude my day.
Sol says it's overkill. Frank says it's barely adequate.
It took us almost an hour to change the oils, repair some corroded parts, and replace them with new ones. "Start her up," Frank said.
I turned the keys, the starter fired up the engine, and the pistons began pumping back to life.
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I was provided with a series of instructions given by Frank. I looked at the list quizzically, and Sol peered over my shoulders. He'd recently arrived yesterday after his "small court case" that he had to fix.
Most of the things I had to do were shift the gears with the engine not running, moving back and forth using the clutch for first and reverse gear.
"Boring as always," Sol commented after looking at the list of tasks. "I don't get why manual cars even exist! All the cars I bought are auto, and they get me to point A to B just fine. . .this is just unnecessary work."
Frank lit a cigarette and puffed out a cloud. "Max needs full control of the vehicle's speed. . .and with the maneuvers that he'll need to know will be much easier on manuals," Frank said. "Besides. . .most effective anti-theft device around."
I moved the vehicle to the middle of the field, already stalling once, where Frank had set bricks a few meters away from the front and back of the car, then gave a tap on the car's tail light. "Whenever you're ready, kid." And walked back inside the house.
I looked at the bricks in front and back of me. "I assume he just wants me to move back and forth?" I asked Sol. The raccoon yawned in response and was about to nod off. "Sol!"
"W-what! Yes! Yes, he does!" He finally awoke.
I began easing off the clutch before the car jerked forward and stalled. "That was a tad quick there, kid. Try going slower and hold on to the bite point." With a nod, I started the car. I switched to gear one and then began to ease off of the clutch, before stopping around the halfway point or where the vehicle was close to stalling (otherwise known as the bite-point) before successfully moving the car forward and gently hitting the bricks as I come to a stop.
