It's had a few minor parking taps since I've owned it, nobody owned up, so I'm decided to be a little less precious about it.
Having spent my entire 'driving' life worrying about cars, and often not driving them because: 'where will I be able to park it without it getting a door opened onto it', etc, there is something extremely liberating about owning a less than perfect vehicle.
Every car I've owned has ended up going to the next owner in better condition than when I purchased it and it took me nearly four decades to work out how little pleasure that gave me. Cars are meant to be used and enjoyed and I now fall into the 'driven, not hidden' camp.
Life is far too short to own things that create more anxiety than pleasure.
