I got a job when I was 22, I got a big loan, bought my first car, packed my stuff and drove off into the sunset. I learned everything about engines from that car, and how to fix its various ailments with some string a crowbar, a pair of tights, and a jug, and fix it I did - from fan belts, to spark plugs to tyres - often working in the wilds of the countryside, completely alone.
I have to say that I flippin hate a passenger who can't / won't drive, male or female, especially when I'm driving on a long distance trip. How blardy selfish!
If your not SN, and have no excuse, just learn and get on with it - so what if you're afraid.. The rest of us had to it. And if you're green, get an electric to learn on. But it is a necessary life skill. It might save your life, or that of someone you love.
And please don't get me started on learned helplessness, and the excuse culture ("ohhhh I'm rubbish at this" carry-on) in the face of maths problems, or computers, or cooking, laundry, swimming, personal finance, speaking another language or any other essential grown up behaviour.
