Realizing that ability to drive was a key enabler, my dad got me into one of the Driving Schools as soon as I reached 18. To me, it was really a minor thing, because I had already observed a zillion times how people drove, eg., how the clutch-and-gear change synchronized, how gears were to be used, how reverse and parallel parking were done,etc.
Oh yes, I had also memorized all the traffic signs and hand signals too !
The venerable Morris Minor was the major workhorse of all the driving schools in those days. Very rugged and simple to maintain, it could take all kinds of stunts from rookie drivers, including kangaroo hops, gear-teeth gnashing, asbestos-burning (moving with handbrakes ON), and an occasional bumping into another’s bum.