I had learned the basics of driving a standard when I was in junior high. My uncle had a five speed S10. He had let me drive around a cemetery once to get the hang of it. One night, my eighth grade year, he came over to our house.
He was, and still is, an alcoholic who had two DWIs. I've never understood how someone who drinks like a fish never built up a tolerance for alcohol. He had a few before he got to our house that night, and even more once he came over. It didn't take long before my mom had enough.
My mom said he had to leave or she was going to call the sheriff to come get him. My dad (mind you this uncle is my mom's little brother) told me to get the keys and get my uncle home. I was only 14 at the time. I figured out really quickly how to get that little S10 going and to get my uncle home. It went well, except when he had me pull into a seedy convenience store to get him more beer, and I couldn't get the damn truck into reverse and back up. After I got out of the lot though, it was smooth shifting until I got my uncle back to my grandmother's house.
He he went to state jail later that year after earning his third DWI. He was sober from the night he went to jail until the day of his final check in with his probation officer. He celebrated by getting wasted.