Not quite as pragmatic as a Micra, but my 2004 Nissan Stagea is also a delightful and dignified experience. I do in fact know how to operate a vehicle.

I feel like instead of paternalizing cars to the point that a hamburger left on the front seat is enough sentience to get from point A to B, we should tighten up our licensing requirements to reflect the significance of the task of operating a vehicle in public.