My car

I drive a car made in 2002. It's gold and pretty and I like it.

It's also a stick shift and I drive this car a lot.

And the other day, I was put in an automatic car.

After driving a stick shift for months, you tend to forget how to drive an automatic car, weird as it sounds. Automatic cars are supposed to be easier, right? You don't have to worry about the clutch, shifting, or killing or car at a stop sign. An automatic car just does things...well, automatically. 

But the other day, I found myself driving an automatic car instead of my trusted car. My left foot inched towards the non-existing clutch and found the break instead. Luckily, I was only in a parking lot so I wasn't thrown forward too badly.

After that, however, I kept saying out loud (even though no one else was in the car with me), "There is no clutch. There is no clutch. That is a break, there is no clutch." 

You drive a stick shift and nothing else for months and you'll understand what I'm talking about.