One last car story.
During college, I drove my Dad's 1971? 4-door Buick Skylark. It was a huge car, tons of metal and probably got less than 10mpg around town.
One day, I was parked on the side of the road, looking at my work, organizing my backpack, and getting ready to go to class.
Some idiot slammed into the back of it. It felt like somebody shoved me pretty hard.
The Buick had a football size dent in the bumper. But the car that hit me was totally destroyed. It was some little Datsun or something and had its engine shoved back nearly into the passenger compartment.
I looked in the side mirror and saw the door open, and the poor girl crawled out and lay in the road. Some images you never forget.
She said that she had dropped her lipstick or something stupid like that. Apparently, she forgot about watching where she was going. She was OK, just bruised up pretty badly and in shock.
The Buick was drivable, but the frame was bent and it never drove the same again.
This picture looks a lot like it so maybe it was a late '60s model. It doesn't do justice to the sheer size of the beast.