
I bought a 1965 Corvair Monza for my wife back in early 1967. She was a stay-at-home mom and this was our first “second” car. For her and our two kids, this was a freedom machine. No longer did she need to take me to work when she needed/wanted the car. Both of our kids have fond memories of riding in the car — and my wife loved it.
In late ’68 my youngest brother — who had just turned 16 — begged her to sell the car to him. She wasn’t too keen on selling it, but I told her I’d order a brand new ’69 Corvair spec’ed any way she wanted it. She agreed and I ordered the ’69. As a replacement for the ’65, the ’69 was a dismal failure and after a few months she vowed never to drive the ’69 again — that’s another story.
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