I'm a Gazelle!
Me too, and just for once I answered a questionnaire honestly.
Last time I got lost in a suburban housing estate was about 20 years ago. I was trying to find the young(ish) lady (?) with whom I had enjoyed Ugandan discussions after the pub closed the night before. Found her eventually, with the desired conclusion. The bitch promply turned up at my house a couple of days later, to inform my wife that she was not doing the business with me.
I'm not married to that wife now, and I haven't seen my friend of 20 years ago for a long time - shame, she owned a mid-engined R5 Turbo. Nice car to drive, but though you can do it on the back seat of a Mini, I tried and failed to consumate my desire on the shelf behind the R5's seats.