After racing was mentioned in another thread, it stirred this memory.
Now, a lot of my relatives are drag racers, and very good at it...
Anyway, many years back my older brother and my younger brother were looking at my younger brother's Maverick in my mom's driveway and talking about it being totalled. It was wrecked in the back, and I said it really didn't look that bad to me. My older brother said: "You don't understand, this is a (whatever it was) second car, and you don't play around with anything less than perfect frame wise."
Not much else was said, I didn't ask and nothing was offered as to how it happened.
Years later, somehow or another, while talking to my next door neighbor, the subject of that Maverick came up. He said: "I was there the night your little brother wrecked that car! He was street racing a Camaro and that guy was kinda weird. So, your brother has him beat badly off the line. The guy in the Camaro loses it and is heading towards the crowd. Your brother whipped over and blocked his car from hitting the bystanders."
Pretty cool, huh?
Looking back now, at the amount of damage done to the back end of that Maverick, and equating it to a human body...he may have very well saved a life or two, and at the very least, saved some folks from major trauma. I don't know if my brain would have worked that fast!