I taught my younger brother to drive a stick when he was 16. It was a 64 chevy, 3 on the tree and a 6 cyl. It was a hoot!
I recall a story from years ago where a major robbery of some sort was foiled because the get away driver, who had the loot, was incapable of driving a stick; and yet that was the type car provided him. Can’t remember where I read it, but “Reader’s Digest” seems to strike a cord.