When my wife and I were dating, I had a '91 RX7 convertible with a manual. She could drive a manual, and one day asked if she could drive the car. So, I pulled into a parking lot, parked and changed seats with her. She drove the car okay until she pulled out of the parking lot, turned too sharply, and ran the car over the curb. Fortunately, it didn't get stuck, but the scraping of the car across the curb with the top down was excruciating.
Married her anyway.