This car is achingly beautiful, at least to me. If only the performance lived up to it. I'm not sure what size V8 it has, but the acceleration is incredibly anemic, and it had serious trouble on hills before we had the timing reset. It manages about 19.6 city with depressing regularity, and on the few long trips we've taken in it, delivers a decent 23 or 24 mpg. Not too terrible for a two-ton car as old as I am. The color might be my favorite feature of the car--kind of a mahogany-red. I also love the two chrome character lines, especially the bottom one that sweeps effortlessly over the wheel skirt/cover. We've sunk alot of money into this car, and the stereo still doesn't work, but it runs pretty strong.

It's very easy to drive, I don't know about fun. It's a little too big and ungainly to be genuinely tossable, and the shocks and suspension seem to be made entirely of silly putty--they absorb all the bumps, but wallows like a hippopotamus at the mildest curves--and the endlessly comfy but incredibly unsupportive seats, which are basically just slabs of cushion, don't help.

It's built like a tank, just prettier. The performance is the only thing that keeps me from loving this car with all my heart.

Put on 30k in1 year. Was great, smooth, huge, great for hauling stuff around. Got hit by a girl in a Taurus with it, totaled the Taurus, and broke some plastic on the wagon. It was tough. Didn't even blow the air bag.

Bought it as cheap transportation, did a radiator replacement within the first week, then the brakes went out and it just sat until I got rid of it.

I really liked this car.  It was a large car and very reliable.

Forget Cadillacs, this Chevy rides amazingly.