Fifty years ago, when I was a senior in high school, I was riding in a very small car with three friends. Another car ran a stop sign and hit our car in the left front fender. Fortunately, none of us were severely injured. A few scratches.
Back in the mid 80s, I was in a Jeep by myself just turning into another street in a school zone.
I saw a white blur hit connect with the front fender and then a brief instance of rolling around. The next thing I remember was crawling out of the wreckage and seeing people looking very surprised.
There were no doors and no seatbelts installed.
The guy that hit me was a fellow I had known since kindergarten and was a real quiet fellow. I later found out he had a history of reckless driving. That come to mean a lot at the court case. The judge was just about to throw it out when he walked in with his crew and the judge looked up and exclaimed “you’re the guy who ran me off the road last week.”