I learnt to drive as soon as I was 17 – I was really excited about it.
I had driving lessons as a 17th birthday present, and was taught by a friend of a friend of my mum’s who was a driving instructor – a really lovely lady called Viv. I also went out in my mum’s car in between lessons, and put the fear of God into both my poor parents on more than one occasion!
My Mum’s car at the time (a Toyota Corolla) was automatic, and I was learning in a manual car, so I found that all quite confusing.
I failed my test the first time, due to ‘undue hesitation’, but happily passed on my next go. I imagine my parents had mixed feelings – relief at not having to pay for any more lessons (I think I had about 50 lessons before I got through the test), and worry about me being out and about in a car all by myself!
Weird fact: Despite not having looked at a copy of the Highway Code since passing my test in 1986, I can still remember and recite all the stopping distances from 20 to 70 mph.