A pre 1973 MGB in British Racing Green.
Also known as the Chevrolet Nomad, perhaps the only station wagon ever to be considered a “halo car”. ‘57 Chevys are valuable, but the Nomad really ramps that up.
Believe it or not, that’s not a kit. The Morgan Three-Wheeler is a real thing, direct from the factory.
At the Yamhill Heritage Museum this morning, the sole remaining example of the 1941 Hudson C-10 delivery van.
On the Oregon coast this weekend: a 50s Ford Ranch Wagon in Gold Beach and a Dodge(?) Coupe cruising the waterfront in Newport.
I guess it’s not a particularly interesting or rare car, but it was awesome to me. I just finished a two day road trip in a 50th anniversary edition Corvette. It’s my brother’s car. I drove between St. Louis and Davenport, Iowa, taking the Illinois River Road there, and the Missouri River Road back. It was a nice drive, with beautiful scenery. I could just look at the Mississippi River for hours for some reason. Anyway, parts of the trip, especially Missouri Highway 79, were really twisty. The Corvette loves corners. 
The wagon in the pics isn’t a Nomad; the Nomad was a two-door, with a more sloping back end and B-pillar.
It’s cheating, because it was at a dealer. But we know the owner of the dealership, so that kinda counts. A bright orange 2018 Maclaren 570S Spider. There were a few more models there but that car stood out. The 570GT was also a head turner.
I saw a gold Maserati yesterday on the way to the store.
Not painted normal gold color. I mean it literally looked like it was gold-plated. I’m sure it wasn’t really, but it looked quite tacky (and shiny!)
Mundane, but interesting to me because it was the family car when I was a teenager: a Rambler American seen in Ferndale CA.
Envy!
BMC Huffaker Formula Junior, as part of a vintage open-wheel race group this past weekend.
The first car I bought with my own money, when I was 18 in 1991, was a 1967 Rambler American four door pretty much like that one. Mine was a green and white two tone. IIRC it had about 30,000 miles on it, and I paid $300 for it. It was the proverbial little old lady car, and her kids were trying to sell it after her death. I drove that car back and forth to college and to my first job. I miss it.
A 1950 Plymouth Custom Deluxe, the only car in an apartment building parking lot. Almost identical to this car.
Saw a newer Maserati Quattroporte or possibly Ghibli today, which is quite unusal in our neighborhood. Saw it on our main street, which is still under construction after nearly a year. At least the roadway is in better shape than it was a month or two ago. Hope the Mazerati got through unscathed.
2nd generation (1968-72) Buick Skylark convertible in faded yellow.
I work part time at my son-in-laws auto repair shop, and every now and then we get some gorgeous old classics in for repair. Yesterday it was a 1941 Ford convertible - spotless body, and with the interior done in a light tan leather. Won’t even try to describe the instrument panel - they knew how to use chrome in those days. I must have spent at least ten minutes just standing and admiring it.
I contrast this with the look-alike cars today. You can’t even tell a Rolls Royce from a cheap Honda without closely scrutinize the grill.
I love old instrument panels. Sometimes they’re the best part of a car.
'64 XKE, light blue, top down
I saw a Toyota WiLL VI today, apparently a 2000-2001 model, but clean and new looking, I thought it was something just released. Weird thing, I saw one in the parking lot when getting in a taxi, and another on the road a couple miles away, same color, maybe same car. Goofy looking car.