I got broadsided in my 78 K-5 by a Suzuki somethingorother. The Suzuki front end was a mangled mess with pieces all over the road. Damn thing busted my right rear tire.
It does seem to me that whenever I see a vehicle operated carelessly or recklessly it's almost invariably one of these little shoebox cars. My wife and I frequently drive at night in elk country. We plod along at 65, keeping a careful eye out. We get passed like we were standing still by Neons and Metros zipping away into the darkness. We call these guys "interceptors" and joke about them "leaping into their graves laughing." These underpowered cars don't get any gas mileage at extreme speeds either, too far removed from their torque peaks.