I had a rental car in Europe with all this crap on it. Truly frightening if you didn’t know what was going on. The engine shut off at stops. The auto correct steering would throw you all over the road. All the beeping and buzzing every time you turned. I hate all the crap. Especially in Europe where roads are narrow and tight.
I remember as a kid, we had returned stateside from Japan, and my dad pulled out of a gas station as if he were still in Japan. We all screamed wrong side of the street dad. Fortunately was still not crazy in 1961, which may have been why my father had pulled out on the wrong side of the road.