My first car in 1990
was described by mates as having the colour of dead flesh, a sort of washed out yellowy beige/brown. It was a 1.3 escort estate MK1 IIRC. Wouldn't pull the skin off a custard, but you could sleep in the back if you went to a party and I wired up the speakers from my stereo at home so it was really loud if you wanted it to be.
Ended up having a single vehicle accident and stuffing it into a bridge, walking home and reporting it stolen.
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