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Bought a 66 Corvair Monza in 1983 for $900, to "save miles" on my first 911. The particular car was a piece of junk--the windows had leaked so much the interior had rotted, and it had been painted in a dirt floor shop, with predictable results. The paint job was matte metallic Marlboro Maroon 60-grit. I had heard the hot lick was installing a rack and pinion steering system, so I did that, creating a poor-handling monster out of what was a pretty great handling car. Brand new Goodyear "Wingfoot" tires didn't help much, but looked cool. Eventually pulled out the whole rotted interior except the driver's seat. Never could fix the leaky windshield, so after a good hard St Louis rain I'd find a couple of inches of water in the footwells. As winter arrived, it became an ice rink.
Ended up moving to DC. To save my marriage, I sold it to some kid for $450, a brutal loss lesson. I hope to God the kid was careful.
Even today, if we are having an argument, my wife can just shut it down by simply chanting "Corvair! Corvair! Corvair!" until I concede.
But man, that was a cool car.
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