In a kinda backwards way, I taught myself..
When I was 11 years old, I received a Honda XR80 dirt bike for my birthday (best gift.. EVER..). An older friend in the neighborhood had already taught me how to ride his XR75, so I was off to the races..
When I was 13, I was detailing a rather-crazy family friend's (Scot) new BMW 323i. I was actually a pretty adept detailer, having spent all my childhood helping dad detail his 1957 T-bird for concours show.
So, Scot shows up at the house to pick up the detailed car, I'm outside cleaning up my mess, and he runs up and says "Wow! Looks f'en great! Let's go for a drive!!".. Well, I'm not about to turn this offer to drive a brand-new BMW down, and my mom's inside cooking dinner, so I figure "How hard can it be? Just do with my feet what I do with my hands on the bike, and vice versa..".
So I hop in the driver's side, he hops in shotgun, and away we went. Just getting out of the driveway was a steep uphill first-gear clutch endeavor, and for my first-ever go at driving a car, it was smooth. No stall.
We cruised out of the neighborhood, and took US441 across Paynes Prairie. At the other side of the prairie, we switch sides, and he took me for an E-ticket ride the whole way back, actually lifting the inside rear tire at one point in the neighborhood lol.. We get back to the house, with my mom standing in the driveway, hands on her hips, none too pleased as she had been looking out the kitchen window and saw me driving up the driveway.
So again, I don't get folks who live their entire life without learning it. Not hard.