1967 CHEVELLE MALIBU STATION WAGON--15,000 miles, Two owners

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1967 CHEVROLET CHEVELLE MALIBU STATION WAGON

BARELY USED, HARDLY WORN. A JOY RIDE TO A MIND TRIP. 15,000 miles since new. Admirable originality. Well-maintained with two long-term owners. Loved, respected and luckily preserved. Granada Gold over black vinyl. 195 hp 283 V8 w/ two-speed Powerglide automatic. VIN 136357B162611 No options. Built at GM Baltimore late March 67. Straight body. Excellent chrome. Crisp aluminum trim. Perfect glass. Mint interior. No rust, accidents, bruises or heavy modifications. A New England car where summer driving is short and sweet, it was bought for a vacation house with years of occasional retiree recreation, and then stashed until recently in a collection of ordinary, quietly under-appreciated cars, only common in low mileage and originality as if someone actually cared. Hardly perfect, but mostly whole and honest, with an occasional hickey from a road life barely begun. This wallflower survived the American dream, the typical glory years of marriage, family and heartbreak, easy come and easy go, steering clear of every mother’s sticky kids kicking the stuffing out of the back seat every mile of every day, infatuated teens kicking the headliner through the roof on a Friday night and dads who drove it disappointedly wishing it was their recently traded-in big block three-speed SS out of family necessity. This car is intact, feeling like it left the line at GM Baltimore only a year or two ago. It drives swift and smooth, shifts perfect, handles and tracks as straight as an arrow. GET BACK TO THE SUMMER OF LOVE. Good manners, polite exchange and sheer enthusiasm welcome. Ask questions, propose a reasonable plan, drop me a text, 267.236.2831. Sold on a Bill of Sale and a clear title transfer. Located minutes outside Philadelphia. You could stay home this summer and live without a road trip, but why would you want to? Life will never pass you by as long as there are long-roof wagons rolling gently across our minds. TAKE THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD IF YOU’RE IN NO HURRY TO GET BACK TO TODAY. This Chevelle remains honest, in charming originality, cosmeticchips, hickeys and all. Respectfully cared for since new, the Malibu is still boringly stock, except for the replacement repop am/fm radio. Ticksover and winds out as a 289 Powerglide should without issue. Driven 15,000 miles to date with attentive maintenance along the way. Recently, in the last five hundred miles: All fluids flushed (engine, transmission, rear oils; brake fluid and coolant), air filter, belts and hoses, master cylinder and fuel pump replacement, tires, drum brake adjustment, fresh oil pan gasket, and new aluminum radiator and shroud with engine block flush with replaced water pump and thermostat. Rebuilt carburetor with new spark plugs, wires, cap and coil and minor detailing in the engine bay. And a fresh Napa battery to boot with ground cabling. New halogens up front with fresh bulbs all around, so all switches and lights operate as expected, especially at night. ORIGINAL PARTS, AND A GOODWILL STASH. Along with the Owner's Manual, the shop manuals are also included along with the nifty dealer brochures for Chevelle and Chevrolet wagon lineups. Any othergoodwill mechanical spares worth keeping will be included. There’s also a perfect boxed set of 69 Chevelle hubcaps to swap and roll out in a more rally mag Hot Wheels mood.

The period luggage shows clearly you too can pack it in and drop out, with bold, swinging style, and never need to come back home for a change of clothes while groovin’ on a Sunday afternoon with a few sweet hitchers going where you always wanted to go. So what's left to do for the season? Get into a thoroughonce over inspection and detailing to your satisfactionand familiarity. Or not, leaving as is, keeping the batteryand fluids topped off as needed. There’s barely a mark thefloor in the downtime. NEVER BEEN RESTORED, NEVER LOST ITS SOUL. Wear it in, wear it out. Do it in, and then do without… maybe till the next pay raise and a Fall new model deal! In hindsight, the good old days weren’t always so good. The sixties provided endless excitement in performance and styling with pedal smashing v8 power and crisp, sharp aerodynamics, but oh, the mass destruction of hard driving neglect and factory-engineered tin-worm cancer suffered upon these cool cars was commonly expected, especially tough on the low production volumes of wagons whose deliberate purpose was only to mule booming suburban families non-stop in constant daily chores to a certain death, eventually traded in, banged, bruised and limping, yet running, for a new and improved model, fatter than ever, right up to the minivan design era, the better essential suburban tool, insisted by Lee Iacocca and Chrysler. The humble, dependable station wagon, the faithful servant. Loyal, yet unappreciated. The wagon left the station far behind and went the way of the steam engine and eventually whatever remaining survivors, got left for dead, scrapped for good, err bad and a few soldiered on as times changed. Then the bicentennial mid-seventies inspired a collective sentimental look at our collective cultural past, clubs chartering for preservation and able collectors stepped in to preserve what was left not too far behind, hence the fate of this Chevelle. A New England car where summer driving is short and sweet, it was originally bought for a retiree vacation house and local errands, and then stashed until recently in a collection of ordinary, quietly under-appreciated cars, only common in low mileage and originality as if someone actually cared. Hardly perfect, but mostly whole and honest, with an occasional hickey from a road life barely begun. This wallflower survived the American dream, the typical glory years of marriage, family and heartbreak, easy come and easy go, steering clear of every mother’s sticky kids kicking the stuffing out of the back seat every mile of every day, infatuated teens kicking the headliner through the roof on a Friday night and dads who drove it disappointedly wishing it was their recently traded-in big block three-speed SS out of family necessity. Oh, those were the daze. Today, pricey restorations look good, but never quite feel just right till all the bugs are run out and dialed in by hours of fiddling, trial and error to get the mix match of pattern parts from Napa to Summit to JC Whitney and the last swap meet, all in tune as they belong. So much to undo and correct, most pass through too many hands and not just the capable ones. And then, they’re still missing some factory magic lost forever in the details. This car is intact, feeling like it left the line at GM Baltimore only a year or two ago. It drives swift and smooth, shifts perfect, handles and tracks as straight as an arrow. Easy going, it’s a pleasure to coast around all day long in this Chevelle with nowhere to go chasing summer's shenanigans. But a Chevelle is made for keeps, forever handsome and easy to live with, something special that always feels just right. But life time insists that favorite things are never really owned, but eventually meant to be shared, hopefully among appreciative friends. The first rule of preservation seems, do no harm. Leave it as you found it. And pass it on around the campfire. Time to say good buy. FORGET THE PRICE. WHAT’S IT WORTH? Still way cheaper than a monthly cable streaming bill and an all too comfortable Lazy-Boy combo life. Asking about five hundred bucks a year to settle the long term bill for safe storage and sheer luck in the right hands, since 1967, throwing the car in for free. With much better seats and an exciting view over the hood, it's considerably easier on the eyes, even just parked in the driveway. More interesting than anything found with a mouse or remote control roaming over a million channels of next to nothing worth watching. SEE THE U.S.A. IN A CHEVROLET. THERE'S NO TIME MORE EXCITING THANRIGHT NOW. Let adventure know you’re on your way. Take a chance and escape the daily grind. Slip past the responsibilities growling at the door. Fly in or get dropped off to look over this wallflower. Then pack a cooler. Toss in a sleeping bag. Throw your watch and dumbphone into the street. So get going. Pick up a hitcher. Stop for coffee. There’s no strangers, only friends you haven’t met yet. So, there's nothing funny about chasing peace, love and understanding. It's seriously the point. It doesn’t matter where you’re going, only the way you go. With the wind. Far and wide. Just get back to where you always belonged. Change your way, change your attitude. Hit it! "The river flows, it flows to the sea Wherever that river goes That's where I want to be Flow, river, flow Let your waters wash down Take me down this road To some other town." -Roger McGuinn PS: DID LIFE EVER REALLY GET BETTER, OR JUST MORE COMPLICATED? What a way to get somewhere, anywhere, just to go back and not too far out. Summer wandering and wondering, windows down and vents cracked, taking in every fresh cut lawn and meadow of flickering fireflies. Simply cool, with staggering bravado and a handsomeposture, The Chevelle remains one of the most attractiveGM shapes from the age of Aquarius. These wagons provided a simple, accessible and liberating way to get out of town with the little that was needed, like Kerouac, to stop, drop and roll away from the disorienting culturalmayhem of Martin, Bobby and Manson, the Moonwalk,Woodstock and the horrific nightly news raining steady from RobertStrange McNamara's hellscape… and leave the sixties behindas far and fast as possible in search of some fresh air and a better way. So now, what’s it like? The wagon is an easier Chevelle to get along with, compared with the cranky, fidgety-fast, modified big-blocked SS. The SS driver is a stoplight to light, short haul guy, maybe hair slicked back, gassing the throttle incessantly, all barrels blazing. He's not out really to enjoy driving as much as he is out to flog himself and the machine of all life's cobwebs. More of an exorcism, really.On the other hand, the driver and passengers of the wagonseem more intent to head out for a haul, not just go for a spin, savoring the sights and conversation along the way, enjoying Pet Sounds, smoothly, quietly, mile after mile in a car that doesn't need any special attention, yet remains attractive in it's trouble-free dependability. Chevrolet, a more mellow, memorable way to see the U.S.A. As Brian Wilson suggested, “Wouldn’t it be nice to live together in a world where we belong. And then we’d be happy.” Surely what we live with says as much about how we choose to live. The wagon is a lot less ferocious by the SS comparison, made to wander not in wham-bam, brief infatuation ... but in true love. All day, anyway, even at 70 or 80 mph! It's power is mild, it rides solid and brakes secure, yet is swift and delightful.Over fifty years later, this admirable Chevelle is not just a glimpse into the past but even more a reminderhow simply balanced life can be.