This reminds me of a very old story that my dad told me about his brother. It was the late 50s/early 60s and he'd bought a car for the first time. Reversing it through a gateway he wasn't sure about clearance so he opened the driver's door and stuck his head out to look back and see. He then forgot that the door was open. You can guess the rest.My first car was a wee Renault 5 and I was constantly at the scrapyards looking for bits and pieces. I found a driver's side door in perfect nick that would replace my scratched one so bought it and headed home to fit it. The bolts holding the old one on were a bugger to get off but eventually the new one was fitted and I stepped back to close it.
Who knew that doors from a 5 door model are smaller than a 3 door model?