A Contrary Position

I don’t think I am a knee-jerk contrarian. I hope I am not a knee-jerk contrarian. Automatically rejecting things that are popular or mainstream doesn’t really make a person smarter than everyone else or better than everyone else or whatever. It just makes that person a knee-jerk contrarian, which is no more profound or insightful than being a knee-jerk conformist. Any “paradigm by rote” is usually counter-productive.

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The top photo (from happycarz.com) is a 1967 Chevrolet Chevelle SS; the bottom (from en.wheelsage.org) is a 1968 Chevrolet Chevelle SS. The large Mecum Indianapolis auction just ended and I enjoyed watching it as always. However, the parade of the later generation of Chevelles—and Pontiac GTOs and Oldsmobile 442s and Buick GSs—is not that enjoyable for me.

I don’t like the way these cars look. The high rear quarter kick-up makes the back too chunky, too hippy for me. I don’t mean hippie, as in counter-culture, but hippy as in too much in the wrong place. The same type of design cue is why I much prefer the looks of the 1968-70 AMC Javelin to the looks of the 1968-70 AMC AMX.

I like the earlier generation Chevelle. To me it’s a much cleaner look, it flows better. OK, I realize that my view is almost certainly in the minority and that’s fine. The somewhat ironic twist is that my first car was almost a 1968 (or 1969, I can’t remember for sure) Chevelle SS. My father was going to buy one for me (for $500), but the one his friend had for sale had a manual transmission and my father thought I might be a clutch burner, so he wound up buying the 1967 GTO with an automatic, instead.

I am virtually certain I like the looks of the earlier Chevelle for intrinsic reasons and not for knee-jerk contrarian ones.

OK, which Chevelle generation do you like better? Please feel free to let me know.

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2 thoughts on “A Contrary Position

  1. I am reminded of the famous photo of Sophia Loren and Jayne Mansfield when I read your post. Not sure I’d kick either out of my garage for dripping oil in regards to the Chevelle, or out of my bed for eating crackers in regards to the ladies. Nor would I kick either of the ladies out for eating crackers in either of the cars.

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