Funny thing, you look at a Corvair compared to today's cars and it looks like a tank. Not sure what caused it but a customer with a Corvair hit the rear of another car in front of the service station eighty-five miles an hour. Sounded like a freaking bomb went off but my customer walked away, no seatbelt on either. Probably a help in that day's technology.
I owned a Corvair Monza for a few days or a week. Somebody had already destroyed the turbocharger and it leaked more oil than it burned gas. It was a kinda fun car but not fun enough. I think I paid two hundred or less for it and sold it for about the same or a small profit.
One or two years after they were discontinued somebody came out with neoprene seals that solved the oil leak problem. Besides the oil I think I didn't like a mushy shifter going back to that rear engine and four speed.
Can't really remember. Not counting the ones I sold with paperwork I had probably owned a dozen or two cars by the time I was eighteen. I went through a file cabinet that was full of titles and bills of sale in my name. I couldn't remember owning some of those but the paperwork was notarized, I must have! I flipped some within hours.
When they passed mandatory insurance in my state I owned three cars and three trucks that I ran on the road. A motorcycle or two also. Add a couple boats by the time I was seventeen. I took seriously that old saying about he who dies with the most toys wins.
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