My 1963 Corvair Spyder has been the bane of my existence and is part of my soul for decades. During my college years I had a lowly '63 Corvair 500 but it was on this car I learned how to fix it ...and it got me everywhere... and in this experience I learned about the holy grail of Corvairs...the Spyder! As a college graduation gift to ME (I really did it) I bought a great example in 1982(thanks to my sister's help). This car and I are now coming into our 34th year together. We have been through birth,death, loss,marriage, divorce, remarriage, relocating, 3 blown engines, interrupted vacations, 2 year restoration, reaffirmation, and most of all a journey and we are still together. This car is part of my identity and in many ways exemplifies why we choose to go on even in the darkest of hours because there must be a reason to be better and to persevere. There is. Today, when I turn the key and it starts right up and runs better than new it is like an epiphany and I am grateful that I endured. For whatever reasons this love/hate relationship survived to the point that wherever I go that all eyes are on the car and I am content. In my opinion it is one of the finest examples of a 1963 Corvair Spyder convertible, straight as an arrow,gorgeous shiny black paint,way ahead of it's time, but still has a few flaws if you look for them. Kind of like it's owner. Nothing is perfect, that's what leaves room for improvement for the next generation to figure out. Only recently, I realized that every time I drive it that I have not only preserved a piece of American automobile history but a piece of me as well.