I remember the place I worked at in the 80's had a few Chevettes in the fleet. On a hot day if you had the AC cranked it would barely go
They were shitty cars, but their transmissions were damned near indestructible. They were otherwise pretty much useless.
Willie! That's his name! I'd forgotten it. It was William but I called 'em Willie. I was older than he was. He was still an undergrad when I met him. Hell, he was still an undergrad when I finished my degree. I think he owns a construction company these days. That's what he was doing the last time I bumped into him - which was likely a couple of decades ago.
Yeah they sure were shitty
I am out for the night. It seems unlikely that I'll be back.
And, yeah, they were fucking horrible cars - though it did take some effort to break them.
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