On Tue, 26 Jan 2016 21:19:21 +0000, Vir Campestris wrote:

shrug
I've always found the best solution to such fears is "Don't crash".
Simple.

The other day I saw a stopped truck on the other side of the road.
Behind the truck was a car with a slightly damaged bonnet.

And a slightly more damaged boot.

Half a dozen cars behind was a mangled mess of metal that might once
have been a car or a van, with another truck pressed firmly into the
remains.

With a 2CV you would of course be more likely to be in the truck lane
than the other one on that dual carriageway...

Migod. This explains why I've been killed to death at least
seventy-three times over the third of a century I've been driving 2cvs,
across the US and from the southern tip of Greece to Northern
Scandinavia...

You've been lucky - and probably good as well. The guy in the
van/car/whatever wasn't.

I've only been tailgated once in ... lets think... half a million miles
or so. That doesn't mean it won't happen tomorrow. A colleague of mine
was braking for some roadworks, and looked in his mirror. Swerved into
the cones, and watched the car he'd been following get tailgated.

A few years back, I lost two friends in separate car accidents within a
month or two of each other.

One is thought to have passed out, and swerved into a laden HGV, head-on,
at a closing speed of about 100mph. The truck rolled, and the driver of
the truck was also badly injured.

The other was a ridiculously minor low-speed traffic collision, but an
insecure box of books flew forward and took the back of his head out.

One was in a 2cv. The other was in a brand new EuroNCAP 5* rental.

I'll let you guess which was which.

When your number's up, your number's up. And I don't particularly want to
spend a decade drooling and having my arse wiped in a care home anyway.