Speaking of moron sexist car salesmen. My late wife was a terrific driver. We were shopping for a second-hand BMW convertible when the salesman made the mistake of talking down to her “Oh, you… know how to drive a stick shift?” I saw her get that look in her eye, Oh oh! When we took it for a test drive I sat in the back seat, so that the salesman could “coach” my poor sweet wife through the bad old stick shift process. She took it easy until she got to the street, the entire time the moron salesman told her how good she was doing. When she pulled out onto the highway she left about a 15 foot long black strip of rubber on the highway, I’m surprised the salesman didn’t end up with whiplash. She laid another strip when she hammered second gear. I thought the salesman would have a heart attack! Then she took it through a series of S curves. By the time we got back to the dealership the salesman was physically shaking. When he asked her what she thought of the car her smiling response was “Do you anything any peppier?” My wife's favorite saying was - Approach life like a yellow light and RUN IT! I sure do miss her!