I never learnt when I was 17, basically because my parents said I was too stupid and would never be able to. I then lived in places with great public transport. When I left London in May, I applied for the licence on a whim, and took about 4-5 hours of lessons. I was generally fine, didn’t even stall the car or so much as touch another car or the kerb, but I was just convinced I was going to run someone over. Really didn’t help that the instructor thought it was a great idea to have me drive round a junior school at 3pm on the first lesson.
Of course my family were all “why can’t you drive already, you loser?” after that. Then I ran out of money for driving lessons.