Opinions differ about cars. But to my father, only one mattered – his. He was a Chevy man and that was what he drove most of his life.
Dad, who died in 2002, would not have considered owning a foreign car, a used car, or even a non-General Motors car for that matter. He derided Ford as short for Fix Or Repair Daily. Chrysler products were not worthy of mentioning, in his opinion.
And having lived through the Second World War, he would bristle at the mere mention of Japanese or German cars, especially Volkswagens, which he identified with Adolf Hitler.