It's amazing we survived in the old days. All metal dash, no seatbelts, what could go wrong? Every time in the 1950s when my dad had to hit the brakes, his arm would instinctively go out in front of my chest to stop me from hitting the dash. That's how it was. The cars survived better than people, no damage at slow speeds up to 15mph. Not so much for your head.
I remember seating 3 adults and 5 kids in a car. We took road trips. You couldn’t get that many in a car now. It was a 61 Olds 98. Beautiful car.