Boy can I relate. My daughter passed hers a week ago. I sent her to a driving school. Between me being a nervous passenger to begin with, and her feeling anything I said (even a whisper) was yelling at her, and also the fact that even though I have driven for 27 years I aparently know nothing about driving, paying for her to take lessons was worth it.
We are looking at cars for her. In some ways it terrifies me, but in others I am looking forward to it. This has been a lousy summer for me and my younger kids. We have not done anything because the two older ones work so we spend our day dropping one off, waiting to drop the other one off, and then the same process for picking up. It is never a long enough stretch between times to have time to go anywhere.