Modern Renault/Peugeot/Dacia/whatever crash tests, NCAP 5 stars, all that bullshit in a controlled environment. None of them can take abuse like this.
None.
Paris,
August 1976. Just before dawn Claude Lelouch strapped a film camera to
the bumper of his car and created one of the most influential movie
sequences of all time: A guy racing through the streets to meet up with
his girl on the
steps of Montmartre.