Re: lotus elise
]..."is there an easy way to get out of this car? "...[/I]
I have a sentimental weakness for SBCs (Small British Cars). I am a sensibly-sized 5' 6", and as lithe as a jungle panther, despite a head of grey, and am thus able to tolerate comical limey ergonomics.
Anyway, here's the move:
I'll assume you are in the driver's seat (how you got there is entirely your business). We'll further stipulate that the car is left-hand drive(I'm hard enough on clutches and gears as it is, never mind trying to deal with a full-on English right-hand drive setup).
Open the door. The simple act of unlatching the door of an MG (or any British Leyland product) is apt to sound like an explosion in a hardware store, but that's part of the "charm".
Ball your left hand into a tight fist. That is, if it's not already clenched; these cars will keep you angry much of the time.
Press your left fist into the Tarmac, as if you were FirebaseD about to perform your morning set of knuckle pushups.
So there you are; Butt in the seat at an altitude of eleven inches, left fist sizzling on the blacktop (I live in Dallas, where crossing the driveway barefoot to fetch the morning paper can send you hobbling for the aloe gel), and poised to effect egress.
In a modified Fallsberry Flop,right leg crossed over left leg, swivel the pelvis anti-clockwise and roll for freedom.
Next time you see a guy in line at AutoZone sporting burned and scraped left knuckles buying a can of carbeurator oil, you can break the ice by asking "So...TR3, huh?"