1965 Monza Convertible, 110/4-speed, white, black top, red interior, factory A/C, AM/FM, wire wheels, 73K miles 1965 Corsa Coupe 140/4-speed, maroon, black interior, wire wheels, 67K miles
More about myself:
I live in the state of Rhode Island which, like the Corvair, is beautiful in a subtle way. RI is also like the Corvair in that they are both simultaneously misunderstood and overlooked, if you can accept the paradox. I own a small but growing software company (i.e., from 4 to 20 employees in 2.5 years). This keeps me busy. I have four children under the age of nine. All girls. This keeps me busy. To keep the girls' mother and grandmothers from having cardiac failure, I had five seatbelts installed in my Corvairs. I know they're not original, but, hey, they can be removed. The sad part about installing seatbelts was that it stopped my two-year old from facing the car, wagging her finger, and saying "Nooooo seatbelts. Nooooo seatbelts. Not safe for Lucy." Speaking of "not safe", the license plate on my convertible reads "UNSAFE". This usually helps folks figure out what I'm driving when they see me. Sadly, all of this is possible since that bloody book usually rings a bell with people, more so than the Corvair itself. The license plate is great. It makes me feel like the lepers in ancient days who were forced to call out "UNCLEAN" when approaching the town well.