My sister is 4 years older than me and I remember when she had her driver’s permit must have been 1959 or so, I would have been about 11, we were on the back roads of Wisconsin and my Dad let her drive. He was co pilot, I was in the back seat. No seat belts in those days in our 58 Chevy wagon. Sister always did drive a little fast and was taking the curves at a pretty good clip. My Dad got so nervous he kept saying “go faster” “go faster” which she did. He meant go slower. She must have been doing 65 or so on the curves. Good thing it was a 6 cyl or we’d all be dead.
When I taught my son to drive, after spending time on the lawn mower, we went out to the FIL’s farm and practiced there. Starting, stopping, backing, going forward, etc. Pretty painless and wasn’t much to hit.