[Sort-of Closed Log]

[brotimaeus]

Who: Bro Strider & any unfortunate kids that decided they'd like to learn to drive. Also open to anyone who'd like a chat while he's waiting!
What: I think the 'who' pretty much explains the 'what', here. Clear the streets.
When: October 15th.

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[Were you one of those poor unfortunate lucky souls who agreed to take driving lessons from this guy? Don't worry, he's almost 100% sane when he's behind the wheel of a vehicle.

Almost.

He'll sound the horn to let whoever he's waiting for know he's there - maybe he'll send a text if he's waiting for too long - but when they come out they'll find him behind the wheel, tapping his fingers gently against it and idly nodding to a beat only he can hear.

Get right in, kid, the door's open.]

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Yo.

[He'd pretended not to notice for the sake of the kid's dignity, but he'd seen him hanging back to examine the car. Couldn't blame him, really, he would have done the same thing and you can bet he gave the vehicle a thorough once-over before he even committed to buying it.

Had to be sure about these things, after all.

He pulls out, heading to the empty college car park and once there, switches the engine off.]

Any questions before you get behind the wheel?

[existechialism]

[He adjusts his gloves, paying attention to how Bro's hands interact with the the array.]

Not at the moment. Let's do this.

[And then he pushes open the passenger side door so he can get out and switch.]

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[Bro moves similarly, sliding out of the driver side door and moving around the car, dropping himself into the passenger seat and waiting for Dirk to get himself situated.

He makes a motion to the footwell.]

Clutch, brake, gas. You use the clutch to change gears. If you don't, the car won't like it, and I won't fuckin' like it either. [Who drives an automatic? Not this guy.]

Start her up, and we'll put her into first.

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[the first time he doesn't hold it long enough for the engine to turn; he tries again and gets it right. His hand settle son the clutch at he looks askance at Bro]

Okay. How do we do that.

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[He doesn't pass comment save for a single drumming of his fingertips against the side of his seat as Dirk takes two attempts to start the engine. At least he didn't stall the car.]

First, take the handbrake off. [He taps the handbrake with one fingertip then moves himself out of the way.] Then put your foot down on the clutch and move the gear stick into first gear. When you've done that, take your foot off the clutch and put it on the accelerator and press down. Gently.

[Bro gives him a small nod.] You got this.

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[There's a moment of pause where Dirk takes a moment to be annoyed at himself for messing up, annoyed at Bro's praise, though he intellectually knows he's not trying to be condescending, and simultaneously pleased with Bro's encouragement.

And then before he can start spiraling down into what a messed up fuckjob he is, he follows Bro's directions, smoothly putting it in gear and inching the vehicle forward with a light touch]

Me and the handle. I could compose sagas to the tightness of our acquaintanceship.

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Hah. Don't start gettin' cocky, kid.

[But he's grinning because god damn the tally of how many times Dirk reminds him of himself just keeps going up. Honestly, it was disturbing at first, but there's enough of a difference between them for him to find it genuinely intriguing.]

Next thing you know you're plowing into a ditch that wasn't there two seconds ago and it takes two recovery crews to haul you out. The driving instructor is traumatised and can never get behind the wheel again.

[And that is definitely not how his own first driving lesson went. Definitely not.]

Take it up to fifteen, let's see you make a turn.

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I'm positive that is definitely not a situation which has ever happened to anyone with the surname of Strider.

[He's on to you, Bro. He's definitely losing a lot of the tentativeness from before. he's still not rushing, but the way he handles the truck is almost meditative, like he's considering it's weight, and the power of the engine, and how fast a turn he would need to make to get it up on two wheels without flipping it.

And things along that vein.

He takes this turn pretty smoothly, though]

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[Bro can't really do anything but approve.]

You're a natural. You sure you ain't done anythin' like this before?

[Joking, of course. He knows Dirk hasn't.

And all he would have to do to know how fast to make that kind of turn is ask.]