Throw her on a hill and she’ll see that it’s way easier than she expects to find the catch. I’m also pretty high strung, generally speaking, and when I couldn’t get a hang of changing gears, the moment would devolve into sheer panic and make everything worse as I snubbed the engine with each attempt. And this was during parking lot practice with someone’s old car that they were planning on junking anyways, so no need for that level of stress whatsoever.

But then I was taken to a little incline where I could clearly /feel it/ for the first time and after that, I just “got it”.

Holy cow, I remember these skinny books. Chick tracts, ey? Growing up, back when my folks were still fundies, we had a few on the bookshelf and I remember they were my first time seeing ‘nudes’ in print. I think the highlight was some dude who went to hell’s whole butt, nary a leaf in sight. Prior to that, there was only the carefully, tastefully covered parts of Adam and Eve for me.

Hilarious that my takeaway from these was just first sight of full butt.

I saw this post elsewhere and commenters were guessing that it was Brian Eno - The Big Ship

Yup she straight up went out into the woods to lie down and die iirc