I couldn’t believe my eyes when I caught sight of this one! Found in Gunnison just after re-fueling my Blue Bullet.
The colours were shocking. What an incredible blend of rust. A strange sight. I could tell the owner was working towards something. Working towards a paint job!
Turns out this is Joe’s car. A co-worker of Joe’s who was eating lunch in her pickup outside the City Market informed me of this fact.
I tracked Joe down in City Market and he was very proud of the car. He told me that the Bel Air was his Grandmother’s whom bought it in 1969, here we have a mesmerizing “1968 Chevrolet Bel Air“.
Green, gold, and rust! That rust looks like burning flames! I feel like this is some kind of 1980s paint job taken to the extreme. Does it need paint? Tough to say, this is some solid steel mastery. A Chevrolet.
The interesting thing was that when you looked closely the rust was very smooth and uniform, sanded down perhaps? You can see it gleam in that smouldering Colorado sunshine.
I have a soft spot for these large front hood, and endless trunks. Seriously, what happened to the concept of the trunk? You could toss about 5 pairs of golf clubs in this Chevy.
This car is cared for, and was parked at the parking lot gas station, away from the workplace to protect it.
Here’s a look at that massive back end. Those circular taillights are similar to the round lights found on the Corvette Stingray.
You could easily sleep a couple folks in that trunk for $5 bucks a night.
The Chevrolet Bel Air!
Lovely windows. Great visibility and wonderful curvy back seat window. Also has that extra front triangle push out window.
If this car hit a moose or an elk cruising on the highway, I think that front bumper would take care of business. One powerful front end. Explosive poise being demonstrated here.
I checked out this car a bit and the strange thing is Joe said it was a 1968 Chevrolet Bel Air, yet the 327 cu inch engine was contained within the 1967 Chevrolet Bel Air. Nevertheless, this is definitely a 6th generation Bel Air.
So it remains a mystery on the year of Grandma’s Bel Air, but just get a load of those lines down the side of this prized possession.
A nice big rear window. I’m a fan of driving visibility but you just don’t see it in today’ ugly car designs.
So, there you have it a dazzling Chevrolet Bel Air from either 1967 or 1968.
Joe the cashier told me he was saving up for the paint job.