tbh... Id prefer to be smashed to sh*te at 100mph into a steel wall (would be a "ahh.. crap." moment but instant!). than slide along grass, carving chunks out of my skin as I slide across grass, stones, sticks, until finally dying as I smash headfirst into a tree at 50mph.
quite!
And in the car you can pop your all-time favourite tune on, or get to know God a bit better or at the very least youre sat in a nice comfy chair while you wait for your impending doom, rather than being battered about by your body interacting with all the bits of french car, glass, sticks, stones thats often found at the edges of a road.