I didn’t learn to drive until I was nearly 50. I didn’t have the money or the time for lessons, and, for a long time, we didn’t have a car. I passed my test first time, and eventually got my own car.
I’m 80 now, and still driving. I don’t often have the need to drive very far, but am quite happy on the motorways. The only thing I try to avoid is large complicated junctions. I hate trying to find the right lane, with vehicles whizzing around me in all directions. I accept that my reactions aren’t as sharp, at my age, so I try to stick to simpler roads.
I dread the thought of having to stop driving, but will stop when I consider that I should. My nearest bus route is a mile walk away. No problem now, but maybe in the future. On the other hand, with the money I save by not running a car I could probably afford to get a taxi.