I was 16 years old and was about to take my driver's license on the road test. My dad had a 1962 Chrysler New Yorker, the family car. It was a big boat. I am 4'11" tall. The car had a push button transmission and electric seats to lift up and push forward. I still had to stretch to look over the steering wheel or look between the dash and the steering wheel to see out the window. Needless to say I did pass my test on the first try. My dad told me I was not to drive the family car, but I could drive the 1965 Volkswagen Beetle. I took it out for a drive soon after getting my license to practice using the stick. It was the end of a school day and I was in the middle of the intersection of an elementary school. I kept snubbing the car and could not get across the intersection. A police officer came up to my window and asked if I was in 1st gear. Evidently I wasn't. I was in 3rd gear which is next to 1st gear. I then moved the shift over to the left and forward into 1st gear and went through the intersection. It was embarrassing but I learned how to drive stick the hard way. I am 62 years old today and have a 1972 Volkswagen Super Beetle and drive it all summer long. It's my Summer Hummer!