My Brother-in-law had a 5-year-old son. Very rambunctious. The kid disappearred. There was a lot of concern. Hours later the child was found, unharmed (thank God) one town over. The 5-year-old was on his bike, running away from home. He had covered a significant amount of ground, and had no idea where he was, but he had enough sense to stop a cop and ask for directions.
So, anyway, the kid is now 11 years old. My Brother-in-law is teaching him how to drive a car -- with the expectation (of course!) that the kid will sit on this knowledge for the next 5 years without ever trying to put it into practice.
Uh-huh.
My grandfather taught his boys how to drive when they were 11; the girls at 13.
I’ve tought my heir apparent how to drive since he was 11, starting in parking lots..
Two years ago, when he was 13, he arranged to find himself driving 70 mph for about twenty minutes on a Wyoming Freeway one Sunday afternoon....