Was just thinking the other day back to the days where I started off inheriting my dad's runaround... a 1993 1.3 Nissan Micra LX in charcoal grey and dust . I used to leave that anywhere and everywhere, squeeze it into the tightest space available, mount kerbs, could thread it through gaps that normal sized cars cannot, for example instead of turning all the way back and redo the last mile I managed to squeeze it through two bollards and go round some roadworks.

I can't do any of that with my car now. Fearful leaving it anywhere I'm not familiar with and even though I love driving it so so much and how much fun it is, I never relax when I leave it in places I don't know or that don't seem that pleasant. Taking the fun somewhat out of the ownership.

Anyone else feel this way or is it me being a big wet?