I bought this car as a teenager still living at home. It was a 1965 Chevrolet Impala SuperSport with a 289 engine that I purchased with my own hard-earned money in 1972.
I really liked the car (and yes, that’s me washing it) but I do believe that the color red was indeed a curse. Seemed like I encountered more fender benders in that car than all my other cars combined. A crunch here, a dent there. After several years, I felt like I was driving a piece of junk and it was time to get rid of it. WHATEVER WAS I THINKING? How I wish I’d kept that car.
— Julie Claydon