When I was a kid (before everyone wore seatbets), sitting in the back seat, I would rest my chin on the back of the front bench seat in my parents' cars and studied how they drove. I'll bet I watched my parents' feet for hours on end. I was fascinated with watching each foot, and how the subtle movements in each pedal worked the car.
In my entire life, I stalled a stick shift twice. Both times were on an incline. But I over-reved the engine a lot of times, over-compensating for not wanting to stall.