Really, that's the word.

My brother's best friend (neighbor 3 doors down) since he was a little kid ended up with a volkswagon beetle (in 1979). The guy is mildly retarded, which makes for great "best friend" material. Nicest guy in the world, but dumb enough to annoy constantly unless you partition out that area of your brain while talking to him.

Grind it until you find it was his standard method of shifting.