My favorite car was a French-mustardy-yellow 2-cycle Saab "special". Sadly, a bad repair (replaced wheel bearings) was the cause of its demise, when it rolled and flipped on a sand-clogged highway exit. Gordon, to whom I was not yet married, was driving and the only injury he suffered was a bruise on the knee, from bashing into the key in the dash. I got a call announcing the disaster (I'm glad I wasn't in the car, and I still married him). My next car was the same color, but only an ordinary model -- the salesman who had sold me the original told me that "Saab never made a car that color." Hmmmph. The color wasn't too bright, but very pleasant. So yellow isn't always overwhelming.
