Taamar wrote:
All of the above.
The first time I ever drove my father took me to the parking lot of a nearby Catholic church in his brand new Mercedes. He said "Don't worry, last rites are conveniently located if you damage the car in any way". When he was pretty sure I could manage without disgracing him he sent me to a commercial driver training school. The next year our school switched to requiring in-school drivers ed.
He made me a deal: Pass the driven exam in San Francisco during rush hour in a manual transmission and he'll pay for my insurance.
I didn't allow my daughter to drive an automatic until she could handle the manual transmission in my pickup.