Jameshow
Veteran
It was maybe around 1990 after his Morris Marina was rusted beyond its useable life that my dad bought a red 1982 Vauxhall Chevette. Boys we hated that thing - you could get a glimpse of the road if you lifted the rear mats. My friends parents had Volvos and BMWs, we had a rusty Vauxhall which when my dad was driving us to school, we asked to be left around the corner so no one would see us get out of it. A few years later, when the red Chevette couldn't go on any longer me and brother were delighted that we'd get a 'new' car as previously dad had promised us that he'd never get another Chevette. Cue our absolute dread and disillusionment when awakening the next morning to then see a blue 1984 Chevette in our back yard. Funnily enough, I know of a Chevette sitting around 10 miles from me and now have a soft spot for them. Now that I've 2 kids of my own, I can appreciate the dread that came over them when I arrived home in a now 20 year old Jimny last year - thankfully though, they've come to love it
We must have the same grandmother!!