In the late 90s, my dad bought a bright yellow 1970-something Porsche 911 Targa. He took us on joy rides all around the long roads on San Juan Island. I was just about to get my driver's license, and he decided he was going to teach me how to drive the Porsche, which had a very finicky clutch. I can't recall how many times I stalled that thing... A LOT, and I remember how patient he was with me until I finally got it, and he didn't seem too stressed about what I was doing to his car. Haha. I got so good at driving a stick that a year or two later I would teach an informal after-school stick-driving class for my friends, with my own car, of course.
Dad loved 3rd gear in that car, though perhaps he was a little more leery of how fast I drove the windy sections of San Juan in 3rd gear in that car.
I too got to experience stalling it a dozen or more times in the gravel parking lot of his Friday Harbor shop while learning to drive a stick. To be fair, it was a tricky clutch!
We used to drive it out to Cattle Point for a bit of beach combing before continuing our island tour.