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My first car was a ‘69 Chenille Malibu ( the “Mali-” part fell off, so I called the car “Bu” ) coupe, in gray. It was just a car, I’m not a car guy. It was only $250. I ran it for a while, until....

I was at work on a Saturday. I parked somewhat inconveniently for the dump trucks, so I had to move it out of the way. I was slowly backing up toward a cement wall, intending to get the car as far away from all the dump truck action, and I touched the back bumper to the wall.

Died.

NEVER FREAKING RAN AGAIN. It was running perfectly until I hit the blue screen of DEATH secret kill switch on the bumper. Worked and worked trying to restart that stupid car. It quickly landed in the junk yard. I sold that horrid mess for scrap.

Coincidentally, most of my Chevrolet experiences are quite similar. I’ve had horrific luck with ‘em. Better luck with Fords, even better experience with Jeeps, and Honda products.

My first car was a 65 Chevy Biscayne. Actually my brother bought it and then went off to college so I picked up the payments on it. It was the most rattletrap piece of crap I've ever owned. By the time the brakes finally failed, there wasn't a thing on it that worked the way it was supposed to.

I replaced that with a 66 Impala SS. Beautiful car. Ran like a monster. When it ran. Which was seldom. Ended up replacing two motors and finally blew the rear end out. Sold it to a stock car driver for a tenth of what I had it in.

I've never owned another Chevy since. I never will.