I walked outside today on a typically beautiful San Francisco summer day — fog, drizzle and 55 degrees — and discovered a mid-seventies Chevy Malibu Classic parked on my street. I talked to the owner and it only has 51,000 original miles on it. But the transmission and the drive train had to be replaced, a testament to G.M. quality in the seventies.
I'm not sure if it was made it Flint, but it sure brought back a lot of memories of Flint rides. My brother had a canary yellow 1976 Buick Century that looked a little like this Malibu.
UPDATE: A few readers have pointed out it was probably the San Francisco hills that doomed the tranny, not G.M. quality control. Point well taken.