My Chevelle had a history of being a lemon. Some loco from Nebraska remarked, "Yo, that is an mothafuckin' old car!" and it was intended to be like that, because it's supposed to belong to my collection of vintage cars. I had a Plymouth in the garage that still runs well, but the Chevelle was really coughing 'til I had it revved up. In the 1960s, the Chevy was the most abused car - drag racers battled with the Corvette and the Chevelle to see which would snort first. Nobody knew whether it was the Chevelle or the Corvette, because by the time the drag racers were bored, they were already
racing with Jaguars.
