The place I grew up on lets you get your open license at sixteen. There are less than five hundred cars there. I moved to australia and converted it to an Australian license [still sixteen] and suddenly had to deal with traffic lights and lanes and other cars and seat belts. Yes, seat belts were alien to me.
I think the best thing is to go in the deep end. Have the instructor take you onto a busy stretch of road, and when it is REMEMBER OR CRASH!!! You will sure as heck remember.
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