^Speakin' o' land yachts, and we were,

my college's roommate's father-in-law was driving a big town car on I-35 West on his way back from Nashville a few years back. His daughter had nagged him about driving the old huge tanker and reminded him that he had lots of money and could drive a newer car anytime and should. He didn't budge.
As he passed through Memphis, an 18-wheeler jack-knifed and spun around to hit him head-on. The impact knocked the front end and engine off the car, spinning him around violently and sending him across the median where he hit another car which knocked the trunk and back end off the car. He was left with a fuselage of only the passenger cabin.
He had blacked out at the first impact, so he remembered nothing afterward except the first collision.
The damage? He spent the night in the hospital for observation and went home the next day with only bruises from the seat belt.
A lesser chassis would have left him a corpse.