When I saw today’s one-word prompt, “orange,” I was sorely tempted to write a post about the orangutan who currently occupies the Oval Office.
But then I remembered that the first new car I bought was a Day-Glo orange 1967 Chevy Camaro.
The Camaro was Chevy’s answer to the Ford Mustang and I actually liked the looks of the Camaro better than the Mustang’s. And, for some reason, when I walked into the showroom of my local Chevy dealership and saw that bright orange model, I was awestruck.
I had managed to save up around $2,000 and when I learned that the base model Camaro with a three-speed, floor-mounted manual transmission and vinyl seats could be had for only $2,200, I hit up my parents for the difference and within a few days, I proudly drove out of the dealer’s lot in my brand new orange Camaro.
I loved my Day-Glo orange Camaro, which was visible from miles away, even on cloudy, gray days. My buddies and I drove all around town showing off my ostentation new car.
My orange Camaro phase lasted about three years until I entered my British roadster phase, sold the Camaro for slightly more than I paid for it (yay!), and bought a used, 1963 Sunbeam Alpine.