This is, literally, a family car. My mother purchased the Chevy station wagon in 1992. My sister and I thought she was out of her mind when she bought it and told her, "It will never last."
My mother passed away in 1993. She left everything to my sister and I in equal shares in her will. My sister bought out my share of the car when it had less than 2,000 miles on it. In 1999, she purchased a Japanese car and sold the Chevy to me for $2,000.00 when it had 118,000. I needed a car and was willing to take anything I could afford. My husband, on the other hand, asked me not to buy it. He told me, "I will NOT work on a car that new." He mumbled something about the error of buying a Chevy. You need to understand that he has taken 30 year old cars off of blocks and kept them on the road for years. Unfortunately, my expertise is limited to using the brake, gas and steering wheel. This is, understandably, very frustrating to him.
The first thing I noticed about the car was it shook like a vibrator at stoplights. "It will never last," I told my sister. She insisted that I was wrong and it would be a very reliable car. I drove it from Texas back to Florida and by the time I pulled into my drive way, I was in love. Like any relationship, no one is perfect.
The first thing that went on my Chevy, I lamented that I really should have bought a new car. My husband, the man who swore he would never fix it, frowned at me and replaced a belt. To make a long story short, a few years later Mr. I'll-never-own-a-Cavalier found one in a junkyard and put it on the road. Now, we're a 2 Cavalier family. If that doesn't tell you what an excellent car my 1992 Chevy station wagon is--nothing will!
I would like to find another car just like the one I'm driving now. I imagine there's a little old lady somewhere who only drove it to church on Sunday's and it's sitting in her garage in excellent condition with only 5,000 miles on it. Alas, there are some things in this world that will just never happen.