Oh, here we go again with the "we all should drive 40,000kg armoured tanks" to be safe BS. F-that. Life's already too short to spend it lumbering around in some overweight bloat-mobile that scrapes its doorhandles through corners and squeals its tires at 3km/h in corners. I get the physics of crashes, I just don't care. the IQ is safer than any car was not that long ago, and if it's not THE SAFEST vehicle possible, well, I couldn't care about that, either.
I love my daughter, but I want her to enjoy her life, and so...
Maybe once you have kids you'll pay more attention to such things.
(guess I'm allowed to comment...)
I'm busy teaching her to ride a motorcycle. The unsafest road-legal vehicle on the planet.
She spends a good chunk of her summers white-water kayaking, rock climbing, and mountaineering. Amazing adventures that have given me great joy in my life and I'm thrilled to share. Dangerous, yes. Some of my friends are dead thanks to these activities. But, life is for living, not for cowering in fear of.
Kids in our neighbourhood live in basements playing video games and watching TV. People live in fear of life. Everything seems to boil down to being "safe." We'll buy massive SUVs. We'll keep our kids inside. We drive them to school (ironically, of course, more dangerous than them walking) and keep them inside if it rains or snows or is windy. We buy giant houses so we can do everything inside, away from the dangerous big-bad world.