<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Madelyn Kovac<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Tristyn's Sexy Firebird.<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Gray hoodie over 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Dark blue jeans. Gray Sneakers.<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: Tristyn's Apartment<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one<br/><br/>Madelyn cozied herself into the driver's seat. It wasn't all that different from Jimmy Warhola's '76 Camaro. Jimmy was a good friend of her oldest brother who lived at the end of the block. Two years ago, he lost a bet to her brother and his penalty was to let the newly licensed Maddy drive it. Seven hours later, she had a passable mastery of an automatic transmission, and a great story involving a migrating goose and a dented hubcap. Jimmy was a great sport about it though. Her thoughts wandered to the dismal for a moment. He was probably as good as dead now too.<br/><br/>She shook the thoughts away like cobwebs on a root cellar's hanging lightbulb. She let out a long breath as the basics came back to her.<em>"Okay... Clutch... Gearstick..."</em>She gave herself a moment to acclimate herself to where her hands and feet needed to be.  She could hear Jimmy's voice as she acted out each step to operate the vehicle.<em>"Now let the clutch out real slow..."</em>Maybe it hadn't been slow enough... or maybe too slow, but the car sputtered a bit, and threatened to stall in seeming disapproval. She let it stall and started again. This time, she went through the motions again and the car lurched forward out of the garage. She sat there red-faced, hoping that Tristyn was otherwise occupied and not able to watch.<br/><br/>A few choppy maneuvers later, she was cruising along in the convoy, feeling quite pleased with herself. It got smoother as she went, and soon it had all come back to her. The best news was that there wasn't a goose in sight at the moment.<em>"Besides,"</em>she assured herself,<em>"That wasn't techinically your fault. How were you to know that goose would try to land on a moving car?"</em>They were all going slow enough that she didn't need to go past 2nd gear, and she was glad to be getting a valuable refresher course even if it only lasted a short drive.<br/><br/>By the time Jack's complex came into view, she felt like a pro, and parked with almost no trouble. She would wait for the other vehicles to come to a halt before getting out.