Where to begin?
I hit a pole in my old AP5 valiant, When I was 16. Snaped the front bumper in two. (It had been replated, and was brittle anyway)
I rolled my mums car. Landing on it's roof in a river. It had been snowing, and the front screen broke when we rolled. The weight of the car meant the doors wouldn't open, and we had to swim out through the windscreen hole.
I was driving down a gravel road in my V8 valiant hardtop. I was driving with one hand on the wheel, and my arm out the window with my hand resting on the roof. Got tail happy, went up a bank and onto the roof. Best bit was I looked Up (down) at the road, and saw the my hand between the roof and the road. I still have a scar.
In my mates 1200 coupe, He locked it up at 80mph. slid into a large rock (Placed there to help wayward vehicles peel off speed) moved it a few metres, (Pushed the wheel hard into the passengers footwell, where I was sitting) Head butted the screen, and the car tipped onto it's side and the windscreen shattered.
The police measured the skid marks at 28metres.
In my first 1200 coupe, a so called mate was driving who couldn't drive for sh1t. He lost it into a tree. F#cked the car. And I broke the windscreen with my head. Nothing that six hours of surgery, three blood transfusions, 250 stiches, and a week in hospital couldn't fix.. Yeah, I totally wear my seatbelt now!
A mate of mine had to be cut out of a 1200 coupe. He had a busted femur. (At least it wasn't his pelvis!)
Now that I'm pushing 30, I often wonder exactly how we survived our youth. More by good luck than good management i guess.