I learned on a stick, a four on the floor. My third car was a Dodge Dart with three on the tree. A guy I knew pulled up next to me at a light on Sunrise Highway and started revving...so I threw it into first (so I thought), revved it up to pop the clutch and raced backwards at the green...dumb.
LOL,
Reminds me of an old joke.
Street guy in a zoot suite walks into the dealership. Likes the Thunderbird in the window. Salesman throws him the keys and says: “take ‘er out for a spin, and remember, its an Automatic!” (for the uninformed, old power trans were L=low, D=drive, R=reverse)
Zoot suite drives off. An hour later, the guy’s not back, salesman gets worried. Just then zoot suite walks through the front door looking all raggedy with the steering wheel around his neck. Salesguy screams: “what the hell happened?”
Zoot suite says: “Whellpp, I puts her in Lunge, and she gits up to round 40, then I puts her in Drag, and she gits up to round 70, then I puts that damn thing in Race, and there waz just gears all over the place!”