My dad came home one day to tell us that he had almost died. He was on his way home in a TR-7. (for those of you who don't remember they were tiny triangular shaped cars in the 70's)
There was some road construction about a 1/2 mile from our house and daddy was going to fast to stop! So, he deliberately drove the car into the embankment beside the road and this caused the car to flip over on top of him. (a convertible)
He said he had to pick up the car and slide out from underneath it. He was happy it was such a little car! for those of you who don't believe my little story I can tell you that it had to have a new paint job and a windshield to boot.