I don't even have a driver's license but I can drive stick. When my 4 cousins and me turned 16 within a few months of each other, my uncle bought his kids (triplets who all got their license at the same time) a cheap used beater that was manual. So my uncle, brave soul that he is, taught all 5 of us to drive stick in that car, presuming that Dave and I, who were a few months younger, would be soon to get our licenses as well. (Dave did, I never did.)
We practised in a then-empty parking lot and my cousin Danielle laid a patch hard enough in that parking lot that now, 16 years later, it's still there. I laugh to myself every time I go to that parking lot, where a Home Depot is now, and I see the skidmark.