One of my most vivid childhood memories is that of seeing my ~3yo sister go rolling across the road and coming to a halt under the front wheels of an oncoming maroon and grey 2 tone FC Holden, which fortunately managed to stop just in time ( minor miracle with Holden brakes )Driver trying to stay calm, hanging on to the ajar door in a death grip. He found out why they are called suicide doors after he gunned the straiģht 8 too much.
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She had wanted to spit orange pips out of the window of the back seat of our Rover 75 and had grabbed the door handle instead, which then propelled her out of the car. Rear doors were suicide doors
Led to an early family enthusiasm for seat belts, which had to be obtained second hand from war surplus or suchlike - they were the sort secured by a flat bar pushed through a curved section of one end, pushed through the buckle of the other end.
Also led to long sewing up session on kitchen table by Dad, as sister was successfully reassembled
Even now the doors on Reg make me nervous, but I have seat belts and there are probably many more things to be nervous about on the safety front in a 4CV, especially with the behemoths we now have to dodge daily at school pick up time
Andrew