Once, shortly after she moved to New York, driving her out to Long Island for a weekend with my family, we were spotted in her open convertible and soon cars were passing as with whistles and shouts and words of cheer. “Hi, Marilyn. Is that you, Marilyn? Hello…good luck!’ The ‘Good Luck’ (often repeated) was a gesture of affection, beyond the tit-and-ass syndrome of the American male. They genuinely wanted to wish her well, they liked her. I’m not sure they liked me her chauffeur, but good will towards her was in the air. - Norman Rosten
Foggy pictures of this ‘64 Corvair Monza Convertible Turbo Spyder, but I sorta’ like the look of them. I really really want a Corvair, and the more that I think about it the more that I want a convertible Corvair. I would do away with the wire wheel covers, but other than that this is a keeper for sure!