When I was in High School, my mother's father got her an older model car, to help her get on her feet and be a bit more independent from my controlling father. After the car was delivered, dad forbid mom to learn to drive it and told her she was too dumb and stupid to "make an embarrassment" out of her attempts. He also told her he wouldn't pay the car insurance. Being the dutiful JW wife she was--he won. She never learned to drive.
However, while that car was in the driveway, until dad had it taken away, I decided to learn how to drive it ----all by myself. I got pretty good at it too, just driving in and out the long driveway. I don't believe dad ever knew about it. I was sure proud of myself. I even gave my sibblings little rides. But, dad wouldn't let me get my license either. He said he wouldn't let a girl drive "his" car. We lived in the country, and I had no one but dad to depend on. So I waited....
I patiently waited until I had saved up some money of my own, by walking to all the jobs I took, after we moved into town. I did lots of walking in those days--and I Pioneered too. Finally, I decided that I wanted to really learn how to drive and buy my own used car. I asked dad to help me. He had a stick shift, which I was uncertain about, and he had such an attitude about me driving--about any woman driving, that he was cruel to me. So, I got another sweet oldeer JW friend to assist me. I got my learners permit on my own and she gave me lessons, which just happened to be in the darkness of night due to the time of year. So strange to learn how to drive in the dark. I was so proud to get my license--again, with my JW friend assisting me. I got 100 percent on the written test and on the road test. Driving in the light was strange at first. More trafic and more things to "see". My eyes were darting everywhere.
Then I decided I was going to get my first car. Dad never really said that he was proud of my test results, but he did agree to help me find a car, and he even gave me some money to help pay for it. In his own way, I suppose he was proud of me; he just couldn't let on. I was nearly 21 years old by that time. It was a real event in our family.