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!