A lady told me that her first car was a '41 Studebaker. The salesman started it up and then let her drive it. She agreed to buy it and he delivered it to her where she was going to beautician school. The car was running when she went to it so she slid in, drove him back to the dealership, and then drove home and turned it off. Next morning she got up to go to school and couldn't find a starter button. Finally called the salesman and he came over and showed her the starter button under the clutch pedal.
