In 1979 I crashed a Mini Clubman because of my inexperienced/bad driving. I missed the apex of a bend on a country road and hit a telegraph pole. It could be classed as at least a moderately serious accident. Neither the pole or my car survived. I left the car through the windscreen and landed in a field. A kind man in a Rover SD1 took me to hospital and I avoided bleeding on his cream leather seats. Stitches followed. The windscreen glass worked its way out of me for a long time after! I still have scars from the crash. Safety glass wasn’t what it is now. To add insult to injury I had to pay for the replacement telegraph pole. To misquote Gloria Gaynor, I survived. Maybe I was lucky. Reasons to be cheerful.