I learned on a Saab 900. It was a blast, my Dad taught me and was amazingly patient, which surprised me at the time. At one point we were practicing starting out on a hill in the middle of nowhere and a cop pulls up behind us, flicks on the lights, and then gets out and walks up to the window and asks what the problem is here. My Dad said he's teaching me to drive a stick. The cop then goes on a rant about doing it somewhere else as this isn't the place for it. We were in a fairly well to do suburb, with no one around, and my Dad just says ok we'll finish up here and go home. The guy followed us for about a mile, and if he had gone another block he would have seen us turn into our driveway. I suspect he radioed in the license plate and realized he was an idiot.