A friend of mine had a Bond bug which was a sort of 'Reliant Robin Sports' on which the front hinged forwards to enable you to get in and out. We called it a resin rocket. I believe they were all bright orange.
Anyway, driving down the local high street one Saturday, checking out the girls, he looked up to see that the traffic had stopped. His sharp evasive manoeuvre caused a 'Clarkson' and it rolled on it's side. Due to the strange door, he was completely trapped and had to wait for people to get out of their cars (as all the traffic was now stopped) and roll him back on to its wheels.
All the time, the girls he'd been whistling at were laughing at him so much they were crying! As were we when we heard!