And yesterday I saw a 63-66 Valiant parked on the street, same basic frame but they took all the Wow Factor out of the body. Still, a good looking car that I later saw driving around.
On the same walk I also spotted an early '80s blue Chevy El Camino hiding in a garage. It looked pretty good, and had a vanity plate MDYBLUE.
According to legend, a Chrysler executive overheard GM executives talking about their newly-downsized cars, not realizing they were discussing the Corvair, and scrambled back to his bosses with the story. Chrysler immediately embarked on a crash program to shrink their cars, only to find out that they were now the smallest of the Big Three. The styling, odd even on the big cars, looks positively weird on the smaller ones they came out with.
The early ‘60s were a lean time for Chrysler. They couldn’t give these things away.
Also a Volvo V70 wagon, which isn’t interesting on it’s own. The interesting thing was that it had a European license plate underneath the California license plate. At first I thought it was a European spec model imported under the 25 year rule, but the oldest V70s are still a year too new for that. Maybe the owner just stuck a European license plate on there because he thought it looked cool. It had a European front plate as well.
Tonight I saw a late 1950s Ford convertible. I’m pretty sure it was a '59. I couldn’t tell if it was the famous retractable hardtop because the top was already down.
Today I saw a baby-blue Porsche 356 coupé. Yesterday I saw a red Meyers Manx dune buggy at the brew-pub. Today on my walk I saw it parked in someone’s yard. Also on my walk, I saw my neighbour driving his gold 1968 Ford Galaxie 500.
On a flatbed truck, a butternut yellow 1965-ish Buick Riviera with black vinyl top. Looked really nice and original except for the overly dark, non-factory, window tint.
On a small highway, west of town this time, I saw what I guessed to be a Jaguar D type (or replica) coloured green with a big number 8 in a white circle on the bonnet. It had the speed pod behind the driver’s head, but not the big fin you see on some of them.
Yesterday, driving down highway 1 I passed an MG A heading the other direction.
Today probably the most interesting was a 1958 Impala that drove by while I was sitting on the motel patio having breakfast.
Other honorable mentions are a 2nd gen VW bus with Mercedes hubcaps, including on the front mounted spare tire, and a mid 1960s Rambler American. The Rambler was rather rusty for a California car, but it was 2 blocks from the beach.
A 55 Chevy wagon (not a Nomad), with patina’d paint and a ladder tied to the roof.
It wasn’t a full-on rat rod (thank goodness), but I’m not sure what they were going for. If I owned it, if nothing else I’d give it an Earl Schieb job to tide it over until a real paint job.