I include the Chevy Chevette only to note that even the most unloved and
unlovely cars have their partisans. There are Pacer fan clubs and Yugo
fan clubs, and if there is a Chevette fan club, let it begin with me. My
girlfriend in college had a diaper-brown Chevette three-door hatchback,
as bare bones as an exhibit at the natural history museum. It had a
51-hp engine and a four-speed manual transmission and not much else. It
was loud and it was tinny, but we drove that car across the country
three times and it never failed us. Once I got a 85-mph speeding ticket
in it. That was on the down slope of the Appalachians, but still. The
last time I saw that Chevette it was still plugging along. Vaya con
Dios, old paint.
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