Anything could be hidden in that dust. Hemi beasts, other Chevy siblings, GTO, Cutlass cousins? More civilian things like the law, a bastard boss, hard line parents, Uncle Sam? Like the driver in the picture, you'd take the one you want to be with and get away. Too many eyes on the paved network? Hit the dirt and see where this trip finds you. Get free, break away, be unique, and prove everything you preach. This isn't to say there's no returning because everyone's got responsibility, but getting away is what keeps our souls from tearing. Drive something that listens to your input, allows you to change it for your own cravings, own it, throttle it, baby it, most of all; drive it. Chevelle stood firmly away from its beige Malibu sedan counterparts with all of this stamped above the name. Drive something eager to tackle foreign turns. Cruise past curfew and experience the night in whole. Loving your partner and the high octane chariot that brung you; a principal slogan performance helmsmen adopt. Re-create this advertisement with your face in the seat of a C7, Hellcat, GT-350 and show the ancestors of rowdy momentum it's not dead.
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I love Chevelles. Great advert