Oh MAN!!
When I was a teenager one of my best friends had a older brother of driving age, and his first car was a metallic green 1979 Chevette. Like a young duckling’s first glance at his mother, this was the first car I ever road in that I considered an abominable pile of shit.
Note I was taken home from the Hospital in an AMC Pacer….was driven in my youth in a Navy Blue AMC Concord that I called “KITT”, my Dad drove a fleet of I-4 2×4 Ford Rangers the 1991 edition would become my first car when I left for college, and I took my driving test on a 1996 Ford Taurus that I thought was a pretty sweet ride.
Still that Green Chevette (his brother called it “The ‘Vette” in the most ironic fashion, everybody else, including his father called it “The Green Booger”) is what I think of when I think of a “Shitbox”
Fun to see the review!
My college roommate had one. Kind of hilarious to drive around in, you always felt like you were mere moments away from suddenly being in a pile of car parts. The very definition of rattletrap.
Buddy of mine had one.
In his immortal words, “Wow, it took Ford to make me want my Chevette back,” referring to his ’82 Escort.
And they made a 1.8L diesel version as well.