I drive out of necessity but am constantly aware how risky it is so no, I don't enjoy it!
That about sums it up for me. I do not enjoy it at all. But I have no choice - I live in the middle of nowhere - real rural Britain. I would not be able to see the doc (35 minutes away) or get petrol (about 10 minutes drive) or see my family if I did not bite the bullet and just do it.
I avoid the very narrowest lanes with few passing places - believe me, tractors rule the road and will not reverse for anyone at all. Sometimes they have stuff on the back that makes it difficult for them to reverse to be fair - but they can see cars coming from miles away because they are higher than the hedges and seem not to think it might be a good idea to pop into the nearest gateway and wait for you to arrive!
Driving to the nearest town (about 40 minutes) I take a longer route to avoid the junctions that are problematical to me.
I worked for many years in a brain injury unit and the idea that accidents happen to other people is not one that enters my head. I know what can happen.
I am also conscious that sometimes the anonymity of being inside a car makes people behave in a way that they would not dream of doing face to face - good manners and patience go out of the window. And bad manners and lack of patience on the road are dangerous.
I hate motorways with a passion - some drivers have no imagination whatsoever of what the consequences of exceeding the speed limit or over/undertaking inappropriately might be. They are like 90 mile-an-hour traffic jams in many places with people weaving in and out.
Trying to comfort people whose loved ones have had a catastrophic brain injury is a valuable lesson.