Generally, teens are excited to be driving. Their parents, however, may not feel the same way. However, with my impending knee replacement (Sep 23rd), we have to get my son comfortable so that he can be my chauffeur to/from physical therapy if hubby can't take me.
The first couple of times he drove in circles around a parking lot for a couple hours to get familiar with controls, how the minivan handles, etc. By the end of that, my eyes were glazing over, and I resorted to watching Jon Stewart on my phone as he drove approximately 7.2 mph.
Today, we ventured out on REAL LIVE ROADS. My eyes were anything but glazed this time, although half the time I wanted to cover them and pray. I think I might have said a Hail Mary at some point. I'm not even Catholic, but I figured we could use the help of any angels in the general vicinity of North America.
We learned about speed bumps, discovered a trailer park full of folks who were fascinated by a strange van driving slowly in their area, and explored the right shoulder of the road more times than I care to remember (keep the steering wheel in the middle of the lane! Middle of lane! Middle of the lane!). He managed not to clip off any mirrors of parked cars or run stoplights, and he studiously avoided all children and pets.
Since I don't have an IV bag full of valium at home, I think a shot of 151 rum in my coffee tonight might be in order.
In the immortal words of Sieyes, "I survived." :D