My regular commute to work ends with a walk from the Mountain View Caltrain station to my office, and the walk includes a freeway overpass (Shoreline Blvd over US 101 for the locals). Lots of lanes, lots of cars.
God, but we drive drab cars in this neck of the woods. The palette runs from white through various shades of gray and silver to black. The grays and silvers might have a subtle tint, and the blacks might be replaced by a green or blue so dark as to be indistinguishable from black. Oh, and the occasional tan or brown.
The one bright exception is that we appear to have permission to drive red cars.
There are rare exceptions, of course, just enough to demonstrate that if we chose to buy them, we could drive brightly colored cars. I predict a resurgence of yellow, you’ll see the occasional bright primary color, or even pink or violet, though few pastels and fewer two-tones (thank you Mini).
Take a look next time you’re on a freeway or in a crowded parking lot. Why is it that our cars are about as flamboyant as a man’s business suit?