I have literally been in more car accidents than I can remember*. The difference between wearing a seatbelt and not is the difference between going through a windshield at comparatively low speeds** and being perfectly fine aside from a few minor bruises in a freeway-speed accident that ended up with a roll.

I grew up in Jags that you could have a party in the back seat of, and I know what you mean about space, but I promise you that the minute a seatbelt stops you dying, you are filled with love for it and stay in love forever.


*Cars hate me. Or every motorist hates me. It's the only possible explanation.

** I did once as a child, luckily I was asleep and therefore floppy, so only a broken arm and cuts and bad bruises, but I also concussed my seatbelted father as I hit him flying past, bodies become projectiles when not restrained.