My fifteen-year-old grandson was on my last trip. I turned over the wheel to him so he could get in driving practice. Bless his heart, he did great until we got into the mountains and fairly heavy truck traffic. He didn't call for rescue but cowboyed up and kept driving, looking increasingly grim as the road got twistier and the truck traffic increased. I finally had mercy and asked if he'd like to change drivers. He agreed and we pulled off onto a ranch road exit to switch positions. He acquitted himself well and I was proud of him. Of course, being a ranch kid, he started driving trucks before he was big enough to reach the accelerator or brakes. When bucking haybales onto trailers, my son put the truck into granny gear and let my then-six-year-old grandson stand on the seat and guide the truck across the field.
Good times.