I have always said that the right car in the wrong color is the wrong car. No beige 1959 Cadillacs for me, thank you.
A lady named Emily in the store last week casually mentioned that she was selling her 1965 Corvair that she had owned for 25 years. "What color", I asked, which is always my first question when someone tells me about a car. "It's called Evening Orchid", she replied. "It's kind of a lilac".
Evening Orchid- I'm quite familiar with the color. Less than one per cent of 1965 Chevrolets were painted in this color, which is an amazing pale lavender metallic. In this drab era of silver and black transportation appliances, it stands out. I've always wanted an Evening Orchid Chevrolet, whether it be a Chevy II or an Impala.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that the color is applied to a sexy second-generation Monza sport coupe with the 110hp engine, four speed manual transmission, and original California black plates. She was the second owner, having purchased it out of Lawndale via a newspaper ad all those years ago. Complete with a file of over twenty years of service records, and a spare set of carburetors. It runs quite happily through the gears. Here are pictures from our first morning, under the Jacaranda trees.
No name yet, anyone care to suggest one?