Chevrolet Chevette. Of all the cars that should be dead, this is one you will never see at the Barrett Jackson. This shitbox does not spawn an acid flashback, because, frankly, it’s was not that important in my life. My friends were not stupid enough to own one. My ex-inlaws had one for a while, but after I told them there was NFW their pregnant daughter or new grandbaby would get near that thing, they “upgraded” to a K-car derivative. I did need to document the harmonic convergence of seeing one on the Internet and one in real life on the same day. Now I need to go wash my eyes with bleach.