Anyway, Mom and Tigger and I survived the roller coaster ride in back of the van, while Flar led Critter through his first lesson. Idle speed on the downhills, barely any accelerator on the uphills; a slalom of curbs in an almost empty Kohl's parking lot; lots and lots of saintly patience by Flar, who never raised his voice or sounded at all nervous, for that matter. I covered my head with my head at one point.
Critter parked the car in the Cici's lot, and did a better job than my dad usually does. ;)
I'm thinking I'll let Flar handle the clutch lessons too, when the time comes.
And here I'd thought I'd used up all the man's patience.