Ahh, the Chevette. My mom had 2, my dad had 2 and my grandfather had 1. True, they were crude, but they were pretty rugged and simple to repair. I still have fond memories of driving the 'Vettes my mom and dad had. LOL, I remember one time, my dad was driving his 87 Chevette and I was in front of him, driving my grandfather's 93 Taurus wagon. I swear to god the Chevette was faster down that hill than the Taurus was. Then there was this time me and my brother were in my mom's 86 Chevette, I was driving and I went through a puddle that turned out to be a fair bit deeper than I thought it was. I don't know if the blades of the fan bent outward or if the rad tilted backwards, but after I went through this puddle I managed to put a big half-circle dent mark in the upper part of the radiator and put a hole in it somehow. One other time, once again iin my mom's 86, me and my brother were up at the hospital visiting my mother who was in there for pneumonia. Well, visiting hours were over so we were leaving, but my brother didn't want to pay the 2 bucks to get out of the parking lot, so I pointed the car at a small walking path leading up to the university that was literally next door to the hospital, my plan was to go up this path then leave through the university parking lot and save that 2 bucks (BTW, this was back in autumn 1996). I started up the path and hit this huge rock on the floor of the car. I got out, didn't see anything pouring out then just headed for home which was about 60 miles away. It turns out that hitting that rock had cracked the exhaust pipe where it comes off the manifold, and it also tore a hole in a transmission cooler line. It sure was loud on the way home, the transmission started slipping about 20 miles from home. We made it without any breakdowns. We had my dad come down and fix the damage. I think it took 5 or 6 quarts to top the transmission back up. Never hurt it any though.
