I love 'em, they were sports cars, to be driven by sports car enthusiasts.

Let Jane or Joe Average drive one they will wipe out.
Ralph Nader was full of it.

Still is.

It was a year or two older than the one pictured, but it too was a red convertible. And it had an automatic transmission.

Dad taught me how to deal with the fan belt issue; never went anywhere without the emergency kit with two extra fan belts, a flat head screwdriver, and a 9/16th wrench.

Thoroughly enjoyed driving that thing from San Pedro to Sunnyvale and back, haven't had a car that was that much fun since!

In the pic, behind the Corvair is another version; we had the full van Greenbriar, learned to drive a stick in it. That ability came in very handy when I had, all too briefly, a '64 GTO.

They are really wretched things to drive compared to modern cars.

My brother bought out my share and later sold it.

I've got the same nostalgia for the Mustang as I do for old Volkswagen vans with the extremely undersized air cooled engines.

I remember the days when working on cars was easy and inexpensive. Of course cars needed work more often than modern cars, and they were not safe at all.

The Corvair got a bad rap. Most cars of the time were extremely dangerous in comparison to modern automobiles.

The last time I drove a Mustang like the one in your photo I had this profound feeling I would die in any serious accident. I think the "unpredictable" zone of that car's handling, especially those with larger engines, is much worse than an old Volkswagen Van where the "crumple zone" includes your legs. Maybe because the van wouldn't get squirrelly when you pushed the accelerator to the floor, no matter the road conditions. Driving a Volkswagen up the grades north of Gaviota and San Luis Obispo there was no option but to stay in the slow lane enjoy the scenery.

I am a "car guy" by nature, but I hate cars. I want the automobile age to end. I want to live in a world where automobiles are obsolete.

The cars in my driveway all have over 250,000 miles on the odometer. I hate them, they hate me. I only fix the stuff that matters, nothing decorative, and I only wash the windows. If somebody gave me a new car or an old classic I would give it away to someone who would appreciate it.

Almost hit a telephone pole and rolled.

It's still running, but has several broken areas.

The owner called it "speed, old age and stupidity."

Before the days of computer-assisted suspension designs, air bags, and intense crash testing.

Unsafe at any speed. More unsafe with larger engines.

A picture of my young California grandma:



That was a car you could smuggle a lot of booze in.

Thanks for the pics.