My father taught me sync-shifting. Used to drive my ex-wife insane when I did that in her brand new Škoda Octavia.
Of course, everytime she stalled it coming from a stop into first, I used to look at her. :)
HeeHeeHee,
I loved watching the “experts” try to stop on an upward hill, and then get things rolling without popping the clutch or rolling backwards into the car behind or stalling and dying.
I taught my kid sister how to deploy the foot brake. Get the clutch out to the point where the engine just barely started to sound like a stall, then pop the brake.
She showed up so many guys, they quit going out with her.