Now that I have had 24 hours to think about this and sleep on my earlier comments about my daughter starting to drive, I have begun to reflect on my life as a college student when I was her age.
When it was time to return to college, my dad would give me his credit card and let me fill my car with gas. I didn't tell him that back then, I also bought a pack of Lucky Strikes, which is unbelievable to me now.
My college was 300 miles from home if I went the shortest way. I never went the shortest way. In fact, there were times when I took such circuitous routes to school that I would have to pull off the road and call my parents from a payphone and tell them I had made it to school when, in fact, I still had two hours left to drive. As a result, I know a great deal about the location of small towns in Virginia.
My car was a Ford Fairmont, a complete, unreliable, disaster of a car, one step above walking. I would periodically have to pull over, remove the fuel filter, clean out the gunk, reinstall it, and then drive until I had to do it again. This specific car had so few features that a mechanic once told me that my uncle, who had ordered this car for my grandparents, had likely paid more to make the features so sparse.
My parents, of course, knew none of this.
TLDR: Ignorance is bliss. If you are lucky, you are old for a long time, but you are only young for a brief time. Take the long way. Just remember to call home when you get there (if not sooner).