WELL, WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO DRIVE ONE? “Gutless, tawdry, disappointing (and, to me, stunningly desirable).”

UPDATE: Reader Debbie Ebberts emails:

Thanks for the link to the Chevrolet Malibu blog entry. My very first car was a 1976 Chevrolet Malibu Classic – I inherited it from my mom in 1981. I loved that car. It was silver with a hideous red interior and I called it “The Beast”. It was heavy & bulky but had an amazing engine and therefore lots of power. Guys loved it – but I’m sure that had nothing to do with my fondness for it. And, it kept me very safe – I had a few fender benders when I first started driving and The Beast never got a scratch, but did some serious damage to some, um, smaller cars. Oops. I drove it until my sophomore year in college. I still miss that car. Thanks for the memories!

Better than my friend Griff’s memories — his sporty ’77 Rabbit had an unfortunate run-in with a brown Malibu.