When I was 18, my dad offered to teach me to drive in his Triumph Herald. It was a sort of brown/mushroom colour and I said no because I said someone might see me in it and I’d be too embarrassed. I know, I know I was a stupid, ungrateful teenager but that’s what I said! so he never asked again and I never learned to drive. I had a few lessons when I was in my late thirties but didn’t like it. I suppose I’d got too used to being a passenger by that time ..... watching the scenery instead of the road. You can’t enjoy seeing the little lambs frolicking in the fields if you’re driving.