Speaking of bilious green, a few years ago I drove my green Porsche 911 to a convenience store, parked next to a beater pick-up truck with a tatooed biker sitting in the passenger side, watching me shut off the engine and climb out of the car. He looked down at me, stroked his grizzled beard and announced "Nice Porch'...shi**y color."
I thought so too so I had to agree.
Regards, Neil Tucson, AZ (when your car is bright green, everybody's an art critic)