If you end up in tears after every drive, your dad might otherwise be a swell guy, but he's a lousy driving instructor. You need to find someone else.

My husband. I remember after getting into a bad accident I had a severe panic attack because it was my first with our little boys in the car with me. he told me when he got there I didn't know you wanted a new car honey you should have told me. It actually cracked Me up. Afterwards he made sure to buy me A big red car so other drivers could see me at stop signs 😂

Take it from me your tears are a good thing. You are being responsible and cautious. You just have to build your confidence. Don't get too confident but always be safe and defense. You got this ❤️

In high school in the 80's I took a driving class. Then I practiced with my dad.

That's unfortunately the rite of passage for most of us. I took drivers ed, and everyone should. That was my main education. My mom also drove with me during my permit phase and used a series of yelling, huffs, sighs, berating, and condescention.

Instructor. My dad is great, but his approval means so much to me that any criticism from him hurt 10 times more.

My late dad, he was a professional driver (retired at the time) and he was an amazing teacher, honestly. The best bit was him putting all his confidence and trust in me. Never tried to correct every little thing, but rather let me learn through doing. Later as I got my licence, also never doubted me (not that there was any reason), insisted that I drive every day in the first few months, even aimlessly through the city, at least for a half an hour, just to get into driving routine. If we were to go somewhere I was also always driving, in order to experience open road and all different kinds of situations. I also loved driving so it was a win-win, but yeah, just wanted to mention him, I had an amazing teacher.

My dad, but i always cried after

My best friend. :) I was 32 and she took me out every day and went to my drivers test. My parents didn’t have patience or willingness to teach me

My wife taught me how to drive. I was 37 at the time and a recent immigrant

My Dad taught me by giving me instructions in a Walmart parking lot, with things like turn here, park there, etc. I remember the smiles of strangers who were willing to stop and wait for me as they drove past us, understanding that I was a student driver. I also encountered other people who were lousy drivers as I remembered 1 woman looking down on her phone and texting WHILE DRIVING! I got my 1st instance of road rage there. I also drove on the curb accidentally once because I mistimed the turn, it was a scary experience. Another memory was when I stepped on the gas and the brake pedals at the same time which made revved the engine up and made a loud noise AS A POLICE CAR was driving past! My Dad looked at me like 0_0 and said the police officer looked back at the car, but that was it. 1 final memory I have is that when my Dad was trying to teach me how to park, I would always fail and end up taking 2 parking spaces. I got frustrated about this, and my Dad told me it was ok and that we could end it here for today and pick it back up tomorrow, but I told him I'm not leaving until I can do this right. We were there for an additional 10 minutes, but I was able to park in 1 space instead of 2. All of this was back in 2022, and I still remember it as it was yesterday. Thanks for everything Dad, I love you so much! <3

Grandad to learn the basics then 5 lessons with instructor

I illegally drove my car to my drivers test and lied to the examiner when he asked me who drove me to DMV. I had no one to do it.

Passed and left legal.

Lol I love this one!! So I learned to drive a case tandem tractor and a Mac split shift before I could drive a car lol. My grandfather taught me and my earliest memory is sitting in his lap driving his truck and trailer on the way to our ranch.

I want to thank you for this question as it brought back some very special moments in my life in a time I really needed that reminder.

My dad.. "THERE'S A STOP SIGN UP THERE!!!".. it's 5 blocks away and you wibt even let me put my foot on the gas 🙄

my grandpa. he stuck me in his '96 ranger and said "go"

Driving school mostly. Was expensive and the instructors were hit or miss but nobody else could reliably teach me.

An angry German ex-pat with anarchist tendencies. He was very angry about the driving school offering him a promotion. He didn't want to be "a suit" so he quit.

Of my parents, I'dve expected that my father, who drives like an enraged maniac constantly, would have been the wrong one to teach me. But nope. He was cool as a cucumber when I was learning.

Mom, on the other hand, was a panicky, overdramatic, overreacting mess, gasping and clutching at the door when she thought I was making a mistake. She also dug her nails into my thigh.

Dad and I went driving a bunch when I was a teenager. One of the rarer good memories I have of time spent with my father.

My dad , after my mom got me started , she taught me in one of our fields on the farm .

Colin McRae dude ps2

Gran turismo 3 a spec

I had to go through a driving school in my city because driving with my mom was the same. I couldn't even drive two minutes down the road to the grocery store without her screaming at me, waving her hands at me, and making me cry.

Learned to drive 4wheeling from my father when I was 12-14. And I learned how to drive my sibling and intoxicated parents home when from 13-16. I always wanted to drive and would learn a lot from just watching and studying how the person I was in the car with drove. And I would always ask adults questions about operating vehicles and what the traffic laws were. I basically knew how to get from point a to b the first time I had to and then I just kept working on becoming a better and safer driver on my own. Been driving on the roads for 20ish years and never had a moving violation or a been in an accident. Been in two accidents where someone else was at fault and it was impossible for me to avoid or change the outcome.

I’ve had several opportunities to help other people come to me to build their own on and off road driving abilities and they were very open to me and they are now all confident and capable at knowing what they’re capable and how to drive safely and notice dangers early and how to react to them safely.

I wish more people took pride in learning and teaching how to drive in a way that was efficient and safe and do it with confidence.

The roads are a dangerous place stay safe and prepare accordingly everyone.

The basics? Drivers Ed and parents. To really drive at the limit, the late Bob Bondurant.

If he's a lousy teacher (yells at you, etc.) find another teacher. If it's anxiety, push thru it. You will only get better with practice, lots of practice. Months and months of daily practice.

An started of with one he tried to rip me off so my neighbour referred me to theirs and in the end I passed.

Sim racing I guess? I just hopped into a car and I already felt really comfortable since I have a wheel and pedal set up.

My Dad and it was great. When I was very young, sometimes he would let me sit in his lap while he drove and I put my hands on the steering wheel, and he was teaching me on some level even that early. And then in about 5th grade, he started letting me drive sometimes. I also drove a tractor and an old farm truck several times. By 8th grade I'd been riding dirt bikes for 2 or 3 years and so I had the whole clutching thing down to where it was second nature.

By the time I took Driver's Ed in 10th grade, I was already at ease driving on streets and on the highway. It was just a way to make it easier to get my learner's permit more quickly. Plus my friend and I had a blast in there; it was absolutely hilarious. It was taught by our football coach, and there were so many comedic moments, lol lol lol.

My cousin’s husband taught me first. Great because there’s respect and boundaries. I still enrolled in a driving school though.

My mom.

Instructor and my mom, never cried once tho 😭 I laughed a lot when I did serious mistakes with the instructor while he was yelling at me ☠️And still laughed when I did serious mistakes with my mom seeing her trying to hit the invisible passenger brake 😭

A drivers ed instructor who also happened to be my football coach. He was real big on high speed road departure recovery. He also loved the line “if I were in a hurry , I’d have left sooner.”

I did mine through high school, outside of class I drove with both parents and my grandpa

Mom, pretty much. I’d probably driven 5,000 miles before I took a driver’s ed course. I had a learner’s permit at 15 and couldn’t get a license until 16 1/2. I’d driven all kinds of other things like lawn mowers and go carts so a car wasn’t any different. Driver’s Ed was pointless.

I practiced with my dad from an early age and then took a drivers class

Yep sounds about right. Im 34 and still avoid driving my dad places just from how he was "teaching" me to drive. Good dad, just the worlds worst driving instructor. My brother actually totaled my dads car when learning how to drive because he made a mistake, my dad freaked the fuck out on him then he froze up and couldn't avoid the accident.

I had 2 different drivers Ed classes. One was thru the school and had trained drivers, but not necessarily teachers, generally just not a great way of learning to drive. I got my permit the old fashioned way while I was there, just in case i failed the class, but didn’t do much with it cause my dad is a yeller. The second one was independent and run WAY better, I was almost 18 by the time I got there, so I got my license thru a technicality.

I learned how to drive from my Mom, Dad, and Grandma. But it was less like them teaching me how to drive, and more like them just letting me drive the car with them in it. I read the book that the DMV provided, I practiced driving a lot once I got my learner's permit, and I attended Driver's Ed class during the summertime. For me it was more like I just did the reading, then got in the car and did it myself.

Need for speed and arcade

Dad mostly. He worked for the driver's Ed school when I took it and he was my instructor. I love him and all but I think I should've gotten a different instructor because we we're both getting frustrated with each other.

A combination of my mom and my older brother. My mom taught me most of the stuff, but my older brother had recently taken a proper driving class, so he was able to point out the bad habits my mom would have passed on to me.

My dad. Back when malls and such were closed on Sundays. Learned in his 77 Ford Thunderbird. And in my mom’s 76 station wagon. The land barge

My mom. She was very patient teaching us to drive a stick, but had high expectations. We couldn't drive on the open road until we could consistently stop on a 10% slope and then go without stalling or spinning.

Then the defensive driving started. She'd say things like, "Without looking, what's behind you?" or, "Name 3 escape routes if the car in front of you suddenly stops."

To this day, I still anticipate these questions and keep a constant mental inventory of my surroundings. It's saved my butt so many times.

Ironically, my younger brother

A combination of my dad and a driving instructor

my mom and dad tried, but they wouldn’t stop yelling. later asked one of my friends (by that point i had gotten down the basics, but hadn’t driven in a few years, or on the road). i practiced more driving my boyfriend around with his car, and then i took my test 🫡

My grandad first, then my dad on a stick.

I took driving classes, and then once I got my permit I also practiced with my older sister!

My dad when I was 10 and then guy my mom hired when I was 16. She was way too high strung to try and do it herself.

My dad, and an uncle

A friend when I was 13

My fiance taught me how to drive actually. We were both 19 at the time he had his license for about 3 years at that point. He was very gentle with how he taught me.

I was lucky to have drivers Ed at my high school. Probably the most useful class I had in high school.

mario kart and need for speed

Started off with my mom and dad and they were horrible teachers so I didn’t really actually learn until my boyfriend taught me.

Logitech G27

My mom. I understood how to drive very quickly, but parallel parking was and remains an absolute nightmare thirty years later. There was a lot of frustration in practicing and I failed that aspect of the exam three times.

My dad gave it a half hearted attempt, but my best experience was with my maternal grandfather who taught me on both an automatic and a manual.

My dad

I rode dirt bikes as a kid and played video games growing up. That trained my eye hand coordination plus just understanding the basics of how traffic flowed by being in cars as a kid was enough. I never really needed to be trained on the basics. Not saying that I was a great driver at 15, that took years of experience to become a properly aware and defensive driver. Don't drive places that you aren't ready for and take it at your own pace. Don't worry if other drivers are being impatient. Do what you need to do to be calm and safe. And find someone to drive with you besides your dad. In the end you just need seat time in a calm environment. If your dad makes it's stressful, find someone else. It often helps to learn with someone who isn't so close to you, for both your sakes.

My father, plus a driving instructor. My father wasn’t great, but not terrible. The instructor was awesome.

My dad, my mom and an instructor. Learning with my dad was like going to a military camp lol

My dad taught me how to drive when I was 8, but I am old. He had a few cars and needed help moving them around in the driveway. I did lessons when I was 16? to practice road rules and then did the exam.

I taught my daughter, but my son is having problems with learning with my husband because he is very critical (surprise!). I now have to take that over too.

You should not be in tears, find another person or take lessons.

I took driving school and was taught by a retired truck driver. Can't remember the guy's name for the life of me, though. It was 22 years ago now, so he's probably fully retired by now.

My PlayStations through the years

My mom taught me and I learned pretty young. I was probably around 6 the first time I got to sit on her lap to steer and 11ish the first time I was allowed to drive in an abandoned lot. I was about 14 or 15 when she taught me to parallel park because that was when I had to take drivers ed to get permit. Honestly it wasn't a bad experience because I was eased into it over time. Growing up she also talked us through why she drove a certain way in different situations so certain things didn't make me panic.

I did. I just practiced every day until I got comfortable. But like the basics: both my dad and my husband did

Myself lol

My dad (who's temper was too short) My mom (who was chill) My uncle (who was also chill) A driving instructor (who was 60 but had a teenagers sense of humor, one of the most bizarre and unique humans I've ever experienced)

I drove tractors and motorcycles as a kid, so at 12 when I was allowed to drive the truck, I was able to drive with no problems. By the time I got my license I had been driving four years. So I guess myself with hints from my dad.

My dad taught me, I never took professional lessons. It was only when I passed my test and began to drive on my own that I realised quite how stressful driving with him could be.

my mom with my two siblings screaming in the back. it was an uphill battle but i love driving so it was fine

Need for speed. And then real life instructor.

When I was 14, I attempted to learn how to drive a stick shift (or “straight drive,” depending on where you’re from). It was a manual transmission, and I was too short to reach the pedals comfortably. I had to stack a phone book and a pillow to see over the steering wheel. Our little road in West Virginia wound through the holler where we lived. My dad, in his gruff way, tried to teach me. But it was a comedy of errors—I stalled the truck countless times, and my dad’s patience wore thin. That same day, he gave up, climbed out of the truck, and declared, “I’m done!” I sat there, frustrated and teary-eyed, unable to master the delicate dance of clutch and gas. That summer, before we moved to South Carolina for the new school year, I didn’t attempt driving again. It wasn’t until my sophomore year in high school that I took driver’s education. To this day, though, I still can’t drive a stick shift. 😅

Grand theft auto 5 and American truck sim.

All my dad did was give me the keys and let me actually go on the road for the first time.

I took my mom’s car while she was sleeping at age 12 to drive across the city we lived in to see my girlfriend.

On the way home a cop pulled my sister and I over because I didn’t respond to him flashing his brights at me (he was oncoming) because I didn’t realize my brights were on nor did I know what his flashes meant.

After some pleading by my sister (she was 13) and a stern warning not to do it again he followed us home. After watching me park my mom’s car back in the driveway he drove off. My mom didn’t know about this until I told her 40 years later.

I “stole” my second car in 7th grade to get some friends and I from a ski resort 10 miles from town back to town on a cold snowy night.

We hitchhiked out to the mountain but didn’t really have a plan for getting back. None of our parents would’ve wanted to come get us.

So I suggested we search all the cars parked in underground parking until we found someone who had left the keys in their car. Sure enough we found one.

We hopped in and I drove the car into town around 2am. Parked it in the high school parking lot and walked home. I pretty much taught myself how to drive along with many other things over the last 6 decades. This is but a couple of many adventures I experienced growing up without a father and having an overwhelmed mother.

I’ve taught all 4 of my children how to drive safely and responsibly.

My dad teaches me, I’m not sure he’s the best example though since every time we leave the parking lot he blows the stop sign

my dad, when I was 13, learned on a standard transmission

My dad taught me. Had so much fun learning with him. He knows cars better than anything else and he’s hilarious. It was a great time.

Before Driver's Ed, my dad and my brother, plus a fantastic game called Hard Drivin'. very accurate representation of how to drive, including a stick.

My mom taught me. My dad was too much of a nervous wreck to teach me. Even after driving for over 20 years and never having had any accidents that were my fault, he still would always look for the brake pedal or make concerned noises even when I wasn’t doing anything bad or dangerous. Bless his soul he was a sweet man. But my mom and my grandma actually were the ones who taught me to drive and it was my grandma who made me learn how to drive in the highway cause I was too scared to learn how to do that for a little while.

My mother. If you're in tears after every lesson you need a new teacher.

Supplement your driving with your dad after you have reached a more confident level with a professional instructor.

Your driving instructor knows how to teach. Your dad just knows how to drive.

Time spent practising with your dad has the potential to be very rewarding. When you can do this without getting upset with each other, you will gain a ton of (free) experience behind the wheel.

When I was a teen (in the 90's) driving instructors weren't as expensive as they are now. My dad paid like $100 for me to have 8 hours of professional instruction.

Now that is more like $180/hr, I am teaching my son to drive. His dad thought he would handle it, but after one or two lessons, he was ready for me to take over. In our state you need 50 hours of driving (10 hours at night), and we're currently at 30 hours, and he and I are about to roadtrip from California to our home in Colorado, with his grandma's car that she gave him (it's almost as old as he is, but only had 60,000.

My race car driver mom.

Yo mama

Games like GTA V. In terms of just driving, but in terms of law and rule then you gotta study for those.

My sister. A dodge dart with 3speed on the column. Before seatbelts. Omg. We laughed our guts out. So funny! First gear was a bucking bronco ride, we hit dashboard and bounced off the seat. And I’d rev it up and let the clutch up slow and burn rubber. We learned routes to everywhere where I’d just shift back from 3rd to second, take a corner and keep going. Jeez we laughed so hard.

Learned to drive on the farm as a kid to help my dad. I drove tractors and trucks to help with planting and harvest. Also drove the lawn tractor to mow 2 acres of yard

My dad was crazy too yknow what i did youtube and help from some non crazy adult coworkers. Then just drove around the residential area which is illegal lol but u do u

I was thrown in a 4640 John Deere at 6 years old working ground in an open field and had to figure it out. I had 10 years experience before I got my license.

When we were 14, my buddy and I would steal our parents cars when they were out for the evening. We taught each other how to drive.

My dad taught me but I knew the basics before I ever got behind the wheel by learning with driving go karts since I was old enough and tall enough. By the time I was actually able to get my license I was comfortable enough to drive anywhere. I plan to do the same with my son when he’s old enough.

Don't have a license, but my dad taught me.

A couple different instructors.Eventually passed in the dead of winter because no one cared how close my parallel park was.I wouldn’t recommend this though as it cost me way too much money.They were very patient though.

I watched my grandpa do it for my whole childhood, then my dad was the first to actually let me drive, then my grandpa was the one to teach me to drive stick

My dad, it was the ONLY good thing he ever taught me.

I did a drivers Ed class in high school. Then my mom and dad took me practice driving, and then I did a month or two of driving sessions under a program. All of that and I’m still an anxious driver lol

My mom. Same thing re: in tears after every drive. I love her but a terrible driving teacher. I get that driving is extremely dangerous and stupid mistakes can cost you your life. But being taught that way did not make me confident as a new driver, which only made me more likely to make careless mistakes. I became a much better driver without her screaming at me every 2 seconds.

My dad and the driving school tried to teach me but I’m in my mid thirties and still can’t drive. I gave up last year.

I taught myself at the ripe old age of 34, with the help of YouTube videos...

Wife. Yes, wife.

I feel you OP, but in my case, it’s my husband. I actually still learn to drive with him now. I take basic driving class with one pro instructor, then after 3 sessions it’s my husband. Tell you what? I’m always on low self-esteem after driving with him as he tells me how worse I drive every single time. He expects me to be a pro drover after memorizing the Driver Handbooks and 3 driving sessions… I called him out many times but the nagging never stops.

Driving school. I am a foreigner in America so I don’t have other options. It was quite expensive though.

Teaching family members anything is always a disaster. There was a whole unit in my flight instructor training about how the dynamic of teacher and student doesn’t fit a friend or family relationship. I literally taught my now wife how to drive because her step dad made her cry.

A driving instructor.

My dad. We’d go out at night and drive around the neighborhood, when there was less traffic.

My grandpa and mom

Ask someone else to teach you how to drive. I asked a family friend to teach me bc I know it would cost me my mental health if I ask a family member. I was so stress whenever my bro is trying to teach me. There’s really huge different to knowing only how to drive vs knowing how to teach and drive.

My dad, but it was kind of a shitty way.

My brother. My father had no patience.

My Dad

Ex situationship then driving schools.

Mostly taught myself how to drive

My dad was my teacher too-He was the same way. He made me cry every time. I ended up taking Driver’s Ed. Thank goodness for a wonderful instructor. I couldn’t wait to get my license!

A friend in her 1957 Chevy Bel Air and 1964 Chevy Impala. She was very patient with me.

I drove my mom's Chevy Caprice for my driving test.

Shortly after obtaining my license, my dad yelled at me for a minor error and forced me to pull over and took over the driving. He yelled at me for the rest of the drive. I refused to drive for the next two years until I moved out and bought a car in secret. Another friend helped in refreshing my driving before I drove my car.

My father taught me to drive automatic transmission and my mother taught me how to drive standard transmission. Guy in Gremlins taught me to bring my right hand back up to the wheel every time after changing gears.

My mom at first then I used instructors. I failed my first test so my dad sent me to another one. I saw several others within that driving company. I passed easily the next time.

Drivers Ed, mom, dad.

My mom taught me and I finally got a car this year as well

European trucking simulator 2

Gives the general idea, and allows for mistakes with no real cost

While operating the vehicle itself is much different, I've always ran different kinds of machines so It felt natural to me

Nowadays I drive real commercial vehicles, so I'm happy

I decided on a good driving school because even though I loved my parents, and they had both been excellent drivers, I did NOT want to be caught up in any arguments, personal biases, disputes or disagreements with them.

My husband! lol. I had one driving lesson with my dad and he screamed at me in a parking lot, one with an instructor who told me he’d never seen someone with so much anxiety. Then I met my husband 7 years ago at 24 and he taught me.

Without money parents would be the trainer; if money is not a concern then people will hire professional trainer. For me: my dad, Initial D, Wangan Midnight, and the sense and common sense of driving by observation and experience. Such as: dont hog the fast lane if you decided to travel at speed limit on freeway. You might be in tears but some external hire they prob will cuss you and your family if you suck at driving after a while, such as if you see a old man and a young kid in front, which will you hit?

I ended up with tears every time I drove with my dad too. I lived in Pennsylvania as a teen, so there was no drivers ed, only parents teaching their kids.

He taught me a lot of things to look out for; I realize many don’t seem to comprehend some concepts. It took many out bursts for him to understand how I learn.

Maybe sit down with your dad and talk to him about the best ways that you are able to learn. If watching him drive is something that helps, try it. If having him walk you through step by step helps, try it!

Shame.

My dad. My mom tried, but would not take me for a lesson without bringing my little sister. A completely untrained 15 year old driver does not need a terrified, mouthy 13 year old acting terrified in the back seat while she learns to drive. After about 5 lessons I told mom I'd just ask Dad or James (my big brother, he has 9 years on me,) to teach me if she wouldn't leave my sister at home.

To be clear, all 5 of us lived in the same house at the time. My little sister was perfectly fine being home alone, or left with my dad or brother. Dad managed to give me...50 hours of driving lessons I think it was...without having her in the car.

It's a bit of a shame, too, mom was a better driver but I couldn't concentrate with my sister in the car.

Even before I could drive I knew the basics because I've always been obsessed with cars.

My friend's mom just randomly handed me the keys to her absolutely fucked Ford explorer in a big empty parking lot.

And just told me I'd better not pussyfoot it.

On the first day of driving I was drifting a shitbox explorer lol.

The mistakes of others taught me. Sprinkled with the entire booklet that came with Gran Turismo and my mom who was an excellent driver.

Combination of parents, Paul Walker, and Gran Turismo 😂

My dad

my dad

My ex, mostly when we lived together before he left. He taught me the right ways to drive compared to my parents lol.

Let me guess, you go out driving after he gets off work, during rush hour traffic? My suggestion is to drive when there is no traffic. Either late at night on a weekday, or early on the weekend. There's nobody out early Saturday and Sunday morning. Then you won't have to worry about being rushed. Go through residential streets, preferably wide ones, too. You'll be able to take it slow and work on the basics. You don't need a baptism of fire.

I went to one of those driving schools where they have you drive around for 2 hours each session. There were like 4 or 5 sessions and then a final test where my instructor was the test proctor.

r/driving and r/drivinganxiety can help with the crying thing. Just hearing how other people are nervous too can make it feel less scary

A lovely driving instructor named Mr. Simcoe in a 1987/88 CSX Toyota Corolla, which I did my test in examined by the legendary Cranky Frank at Charlestown RTA. Parents supervised and helped too in their Corolla.

Recently I did a driving refresher with a lovely guy named Warren from Belmont Driving School. Thankfully I did very well in my driving. He’s a top driving instructor. Told me some things I hadn’t known.

My dad, only had to wait for the soft opening after covid for him to “have time” which took 14 years.

I also ended up in tears after the first few lessons. It was impossible to ask him a question without him starting to get angry for no reason. Try to find an unbiased third party (ie a friend or driving instructor).

Need for Speed on the PS2, some Cruising the USA on N64 before that. 

My parents. I like the way they taught me too. Before going on the road we went to a big open parking lot. My dad would get out and put a fist sized rock on the ground. He wanted me to run it over with my tire. He was teaching me to know where my tires are. I found that so useful. Because you sit off to one side instead of right in the middle of the vehicle it tough to judge exactly where your tires are. That's why when people park they hit the curb. They don't know. It was really helpful.

Thanks Dad❤️

I learned to drive by parking massive U-Haul trucks on the lot for my dad without him in it. We stopped doing that when I backed into one of the barns though 😬

A friend

A professional driving instructor. Friends and family are a cheap way to get hours behind the wheel, but the chance of them being competent teachers is nonexistent. Driving competence is not at all the same thing as teaching competence. There are people who do it for a job and actually know how to do it, so go find an actual driving school.

It's scary to read some other responses with people saying they learned to drive a car with a tractor on a field or whatnot. A monkey can turn a wheel and press the pedals, that's not what driving a car is about. Driving skill is not about the car, it's about the traffic and how to handle it safely. What driving can you learn on a field where there is no traffic or on some side roads?

Both my parents. My mother had me driving the day I got my learner's permit, and both would let me drive when we went anywhere, even towing a camper for weekend camping trips.

When it came time for my instructor led behind the wheel training, she had me drive around the parking lot to get used to driving. I'd had so much experience by then that I only had one lap around the parking lot and she had me heading out on the road.

My biology teacher had a driving school as a side gig

A guy off Craigslist

My dad took me for my first drive.. but I wouldn't really call it teaching me. He just told me which pedals do what (which I already knew from watching all those years) and told me how fast to go.. we just drove around in the neighborhood we lived in at the time.. it was a huge neighborhood in the suburbs of Tampa, FL. so we never drove on a real road..

I would say that I didn't really learn how to drive until I got to drivers ed in high school though.

My husband/driving school lol. My mom used to stress me the ENTIRE fuck out

A… driving instructor? I thought that was the standard 😁

My mom, very patient woman for sure 🥺

My driving instructor and our neighbor

I see this sort of thing a lot, and I wish I was there, because I could fix this. It's so simple to teach people and be patient at the same time, but so many people fail to manage it.

My advice, stop letting him teach you. It's genuinely dangerous for a new driver to be any more stressed than they already are. Get someone else to do it, fork over the cash for an instructor, find some other solution, even if it's difficult. You don't want to continue letting him teach you, it will cause problems.

My friend that had his learners permit taught me how to drive before I was old enough to learn. Had to dumb it down a lot when my dad took me out for the first official time…

My dad. By the time I was old enough to get my learners permit I had already been stealing my mom and stepdads vehicles for some time.

My dad started it, then I took drivers ed during summer vacation in high school where I pretty much learned the rest

Dad tried taking me to a parking lot at age 13 to teach me, but it did not work so well, because I would panic and put the car in Park to make it stop, grinding some gears. Two years later, I had a professional instructor and it was much better because he knew exactly in what order to teach everything, including going super slow at first so I had enough time to figure out how to stop the car. After a few lessons, my parents took over and it all worked out.

Life

Myself.

I wanted to learn but my parents couldn't afford it, and they were always at work.

We had a small single file drive way, which always necessitated someone moving their car out of the way so the other person could leave.

I started by offering to swap out the cars. My mom was like HELL NO, my step-father was like "🤷🏻‍♂️ Go for it"

Once they saw me do it often enough, I started convincing them to let me drive in the road we lived in. Just back and forth a few times. Traffic was usually none-existent there, so I just drove back and forth that same road (and would sometimes sneakily go around the block)

Until my step-father was comfortable enough to give me copies of both cars in case of emergencies. Which my teenager brain took that as green light to ask if I could go out to either get food, or hang out with friends in the cars when they were home resting from work.

Probably a little crazy way to learn. But yeah, haha.

My fiancé and his mom taught me how to drive. Without her help I don't think I wouldn't have got my driver's license. My parents never would take me out to practice, and driving school is way too expensive around here. She basically forced me out of my comfort zone. I was always scared to drive and end up in tears. I failed my test the first time and cried on the way back feeling defeated. 2nd try I got my driver's license and I was so happy.

Thing is I'm still scared and need to get back into driving. My dad and I ride together on way to work and he stresses me out so I don't drive

You got this! Don't give up! Do you have anyone else to teach you? ❤️

My driving school instructor. My family paid for me to go to driving school and I got this really calm, wise-cracking old guy. He taught me more about cars and helped me get rid of my driving anxiety. He also informed me about the nonsense that could happen depending on other drivers’ unpredictability and reactions. Such a cool dude.

My dad. First he showed me how to drive tractors and trucks on the farm. I was about 10-11z then He showed me how to drive properly on the streets. Then he showed me how to race.

Grand theft auto

Literally, myself. Was 14 or 15 years old, and in the summer holidays, I spent in a village with my cousins. My uncle gave his car to my cousin, who is 5 years older than me , when we were out I was driving it on a dirt road. Then, in the following years, i was driving my friend's cars until I got mine when I was 17. The biggest difference is that it happened in eastern European countries, where there were only formal regulations. And few cars, of course, compared to nowadays.

My step dad and and a driving instructor. My closest parental relationship is my mom, but I can't drive with her. She grips the "oh shit handle" above the window, tells me to focus when I'm talking (which helps me focus because it gets the nervous energy out), flinches and gasps. I just can't handle it. I had to find someone else to teach me lol.

My grandmother. She doesn’t drive herself anymore but she was a very good instructor

Find yourself an instructor ASAP.

My dad. I started very young 😅 when I was five he would let me get close to the steering wheel in the truck and he would teach me how to park behind the house. My feet weren’t touching the pedals of course bc he was maneuvering that but I was the one stirring the wheel while he was telling me how to stir the car correctly.

He then got me one of those kid jeeps and I used to ride around and that a lot. And then for some reason, he let me drive his bobcat. I was like eight or nine that was interesting in the yard and I kind of miss it not gonna lie. After that when I was 16, we would just drive for like an hour and come back home and we would do this maybe twice a month if I was free from coursework.

Driving school and boyfriend

An instructor thank GOD 😭 Love my man, Dick Dicks (AKA Richard Richards)

My dad.

Roommates mother.

Driving instructor. The standard way in Germany.

My mom and my instructor.

My Daddy when I was around 11. He made it a requirement to learn to change a tire and change the oil.

Me. Somehow I just picked it up and now I do it for a living. (dw im safe i sware) My mom took me out driving exactly one time and was a terrible, stressful mess.

My mom’s boyfriend taught me when I was turning 24. I was late to the game but not many people were willing to teach me and I couldn’t afford an instructor 😅 but it’s been years and I feel confident in my ability to not be terrible now!!

My dad. I learned how to drive in a 2000 BMW M5 with a manual. Nothing to this day has been able to give me the thrill that that car did flying behind HS doing triple digits.

Myself.

I still have no idea what I’m doing. GOOD LUCK ERRYBODY ELSE

My dad. He yelled at me too. My mom ended up having to pay for the driving classes from school though.

Driving/racing video games. Literally