I learned to drive by my dad having me drive him to some dark, dirt road in rural Wisconsin. It was fully dark by the time we got there. It was a good hour and a half from home.
"OK, drive us back" he said, reclined his passenger's seat, and went to sleep. This was long before GPS, though it was so remote, I don't think a map would have helped. That was my one and only driving practise from my parents. I took a driving course at school.
I live down a desolate, middle-of-nowhere road. I probably ought to be thankful I got the rural road version of driving instruction, because my sister got Lake Shore Drive at rush hour-before they fixed the curve.