Sorry to hear of your bad fortune, but I couldn’t help but laugh at the mental picture anyway. It reminded me of the time my little brother dared me to drive one of my older brother’s cars that had a stick. I was 13 at the time and obviously stupid. We lived in a rural area and by the time I got half way ‘around the block’ (many miles) I was praying out loud. Kept stalling the thing, grinding noises trying to shift, the whole thing. It’s a miracle I didn’t run into anything. I was never so happy to be home and was half surprised the transmission didn’t fall out the next time my older brother drove it.