You’re immediately cornered by countless Range Rovers and Mercedes GLs when you arrive at the Eurotunnel, all loaded to the brim with bikes, skis, and extremely excited children. Amongst the towering silhouettes sat my 16 year old Alfa Romeo MiTo, which felt a bit like bringing a pocket knife to a grenade fight. Nevertheless, it was about to undergo exactly the same task of driving hundreds of miles through continental Europe.