The next door neighbor was a mechanic for a Chevy dealership. He brought a used Corvair home for his high school son. Son hated it and I was hoping I could buy it. Every Chevy they ever owned was in tip-top shape because the father worked on them. They traded it for another Chevy. This was the model/color. Beautiful car.
They were a blast to drive as well, I paid $100.00 dollars for my 1963 Corvair.
The guy who was Big Daddy Don Garlit’s personal mechanic when they were working on the first rear or front (I forget which) dragster found it for me when we were roommates, he was about 10-12 years older than me.