What to drive for a week while mom’s Zephyr is in the body shop. Again.
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This may be a Berlinetta. It’s hard to tell. It may also be an ’80 or ’81. Dave and Kris had one. As secretary cars go, it was fine. As pavement shredders go, it would get you to where they were. Continue reading “1979 Chevrolet Camaro: Dave? Dave’s Not Here”
it’s a car, not some fragile combination of bone china and wet toilet paper. Drive it like this guy:
Dirt is not the enemy. Preening dandies and investors with hermetic hyperbaric car storage chambers are.
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Where I saw one: High school parking lot
Nostalgia factor: 6/10 – Ahh, memories – mostly not mine.
Baseline: 2, since I never personally owned one; +1 because Dad had one; +1 because it had 4 wheel drive; +1 because it had a V8; -1 because it didn’t have a 440; -12 (includes -2 for no column shifter) because it had a manual – this meant a tractor transmission, and a 3 foot gear shifter; -7 because as far as I could tell, it shifted like a tractor too – as smooth and serene as Ned Beatty in the woods; -1 because I never drove it; -5 because Dad refused to take the roof off; -1 because “It might leak when you put it back on” is lame; -1 because “where would we store the roof?”; -10 because “duh, you just built that huge garage you never park in.”