No big deal. Nobigdeal. No. Big. Deal.
It was no big deal, until I was behind the wheel and I started hyperventilating and shaking with anxiety because I was scared the car would stall and I would roll down the hill to my death.
The first time I didn’t even manage to move a single inch because (I realized later) I had never shifted out of neutral.
But I insisted to try again, because I didn’t want to fail. I needed a win. And goddamn it, I made it up that hill. It took me 30 minutes, and I crawled up in first gear, but I made it. And of course I burst into tears as soon as I got to the top.
It ended up being for nothing, because the drone freaked out about the altitude and refused to record, but that doesn’t matter.