In the early 60's, my brother and I shared a Porsche 1600N Coupe for our high school transportation. Don't get excited, lads... the little car had a 1600cc twin-carb engine and about as much acceleration as my Vespa. Handled nicely, though. But I digress...
Little brother got center-punched by Detroit iron when a little ol' lady ran thru a
Yield sign. We visited the body shop as they began disassembling the car for repairs and watched as the torch was laid on the car and lead rolled off like rain!
After all the bent bits were replaced, out came the paddles and lead. It was a pleasure to watch the craftsmen put the car back together. Very old school.
Then the old man
Sold it! Quoting, "I won't have a car that's been wrecked."

Monte