On my first day of auto shop, as a 14 year old Freshman, the teacher asked me to move his Bug out of one of the bays.
I sat in the driver's seat, saw a floor shifter and a shift pattern on the dash, but only two pedals. There was no evidence that there had ever been a clutch pedal in there. I didn't dare get out of the car and admit that I didn't know what I was doing. I took a second and third look at the whole setup, moved the shifter to neutral, stepped hard on the brake, crossed my fingers and started the car. Still pushing down on the brakes, I took a deep breath and slowly moved the shifter into reverse. Nothing bad happened, so I slowly took my foot off the brake. Still nothing, so I gave it some gas until I started to roll backwards and out the door. At this point, I was fairly sure that I was doing things right, so I stopped, put it into low and moved forward into a parking pace.
The shop teacher and another older student were watching me the whole time, so I still don't know if I was being set up or not. I got out of the car and handed him his keys as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
First and last time I've ever driven one.