Why I Love the Chevrolet Corvair
I grew up the son of a blue-blood "hot rodder" and had gasoline in my veins almost from the womb. My dad's soft spot—which I inherited from him—was for 1950s and 60s Chevrolet models (1955-57 Chevys, early Camaros and Corvette s, late 60s Chevelles, etc.).
But, while I have been lucky enough to own a couple of 1967 Camaro muscle cars and driven countless other 60s muscle cars, my favorite old car by far is the Chevrolet Corvair. I have owned two different examples of the second-generation Corvair Corsa convertible and without question, they were the most fun "old" cars I have ever driven.
No matter what Ralph Nader says, these were great cars, well ahead of their time in many ways. True, they didn't exactly push your eyeballs back in your skull in a drag race, but they rode and drove so much better than any of those classic muscle cars. If you've ever owned a car from the 50s and 60's, you know what I mean. They are simply torture to drive. They ride like @#$%^, the steering is so vague you need a grazing permit, and they usually get about five miles per gallon. Not so with my Corvairs. They were great daily drivers with a nice ride/handling compromise. They looked great too.
Lest you think I'm off my rocker with this praise, check out what the Car and Driver review said about the lowly Corvair. The truth is out there.
I am Chance Parker, and I am a Corvair lover.
