The bigger the car, the better. Because in the cut-and-thrust of city driving, superminis tend to be squashed, hatchbacks tend to get whacked and small sensible saloons are knocked senseless. Only the monstrous motorcars survive, and some of them even thrive at the expense of runabouts, which become roadkill.
So if you’re a little driver, better to drive a big car if you don’t want to be bullied in traffic. But if you’re a big driver who looks like a cross between an emo gangster and a sumo wrestler, you can go ahead and drive that tiny toy car. You’ll look comical, but no motorist (except a full-time gangster or a part-time wrestler) would dare to laugh or cut you off.
I drive a compact car and therefore feel a bit unsafe on the road, surrounded by much bigger vehicles driven by crazier drivers.