Mine was a 1964 Corvair Monza ragtop, 4 on the floor. I wanted a Mustang, but ended up with this. Mom sprang for half, so I had to go with it. So I resigned myself to it, washed it, waxed it, put the top down, and drove over to my girlfriend's house. First thing I notice is that little bugger moved out very well. Next thing I notice is the handling. I pull in the driveway where my gal and her very good looking cousin are standing, and they go ga-ga over it. I'm thinking, "Mick, me old son, you might be OK with this thing". Finding a ski rack for it was a trick, but it handled wonderfully in snow and never got stuck. And it got 30+ miles to the gallon. The problem was the engine. Once they lost their seal, it was a short time to the end. That probably had more to do with me being a shitty mechanic than anything else.

I loved mine and would love to have it back.

All the best,

Mick