When I first began to drive, I learned on an automatic, four-door Pontiac. It was a small car, lent to me at my parents’ whim, and therefore, I did not really have control of it. At first, I would pull into parking spaces, and whoops! There went someone’s taillight or headlight.
But I have to say that I didn’t really learn how to drive, I mean really learn, until I had my first child. I had to learn.