My 1978 (Brazilian) Chevrolet Chevette – A Shrunken Bow Tie

Though the title reveals the eventual outcome, let’s take a step back for a moment. My dad had his ’68 Nova 230 overhauled around 1977, but before committing to a new expense we did some shopping around. As I mentioned earlier, Latin America, and Uruguay in particular, weren’t places where you could easily buy a variety of vehicles, even if money was no object—which, of course, wasn’t in our case.

So let me tell you about some of the cars we considered.

Dad wasn’t comfortable with anything but a six-cylinder engine (something that would soon change because of the gas-guzzling nature of those engines in a country with outrageous fuel prices). One day, we saw an ad from the American Embassy announcing a tender for two vehicles: a 1975 Nova with 10,000 km, and a 1970 Argentine Falcon with high mileage. Of course, we went to see them.

The Nova looked brand new and had a 250 engine, automatic transmission, power steering, and brakes. That was it– it was the cheapest version, with no air conditioning. It was golden brown, with a nicely coordinated interior. At the time, the embassy wouldn’t let you test-drive the car; the mechanic in charge would just start it for you and that was all regarding inspection. Since the car was so new, it had to pay taxes that diplomats are usually exempt from—11K USD, in 1975! I don’t remember the price of a new Nova back then, but I’m sure this was much higher than it should’ve been.

1975-1979 Nova image from the Cohort by Hannes.

Dad placed a bid anyway, but someone outbid him. After all, a two-year-old Nova with so few kilometers was a costly and desirable car in Uruguay. The ’70 Argentinian Falcon, on the other hand, didn’t deserve a closer look. It was clearly neglected, needed a repaint, and despite not being many years old, it felt like a remnant of an older era. An American user accustomed to a 1962 Falcon would have felt at home in it—right down to the left-hand starter.

I looked for two 3/4-angle images of the front and rear of the Argentinian Falcon to show you. There may be some differences between these two cars and the one I describe, but the shell, headlights, and general details are the same. These cars are now over 50 years old and are well-preserved, which couldn’t be said for the one we saw that was only six years old in 1977. By the way, it’s common to see headrests in Argentine cars that were obviously added aftermarket, as well as shoulder belts. These are required by law for road use, and similar laws were applied in Uruguay. It’s funny to see a Fiat 600 with headrests and shoulder belts.

The site todofalcon.com.ar is an interesting resource about these cars if you understand Spanish. It has a lot of reliable information and nice pictures.

 

We’re now well into the first fourth of this story, and apart from the title, I haven’t said much about the Nova’s replacement yet. So let me tell you about a visit to an import car dealer before I continue. On a Saturday morning we went to a dealer where I saw a 1975 Chevelle 4-door and a 1975 Chevrolet Opala side by side. The Opala, a copy of an Opel Rekord C with a Chevy II 4- or 6-cylinder engine and drivetrain, didn’t really catch my attention. But the Chevelle did. I took a closer look… Hold on. This is strange. Everything inside was black. The upholstery felt like plastic. Let’s check the dashboard… Where’s the air conditioning? Let’s pop the hood… Power steering? Check. Power brakes? Check. Six-cylinder engine? Check.

Photo by Jason Shafer.

The ’75 Chevelle we saw that day was far simpler than the one in the picture. No vinyl roof, no SoftRay glass, just basic dog dish hubcaps. A few years earlier it would have been considered a Chevelle 100 (I know there was also a 300/300 DeLuxe/Malibu, but I just want to emphasize the simplicity of that particular model).

Dad came over, looked at the car for all of two minutes, and said, “No way. I won’t find parking near the office for this, and it’ll have worse fuel consumption.” He showed me the recirculation system and added something like, “We’ll have to wait a while before we can get an American car again.” He then turned to the Opala, which looked brand new. It had only 11,000 km on the clock, was a 151 CID engine, three-on-the-tree, power brakes, a radio, and nothing else. One downside: as you may know, these were years of military governments across much of Latin America, and Uruguay was no exception. This Opala was painted in the exact blue color of the Air Force. Dad was the chief cardiologist at the Central Military Hospital, and he didn’t want his daily driver to make him look like an Army officer 24/7. Even though the price was reasonable, he decided to pass on both cars and wait to see how the overhauled engine on our ’68 Nova would perform… Well, you know how that turned out.

The Opala above is both an exact copy and yet quite different from the one we considered at the import dealer. If it passed you on the street, you might not even notice the “4100” badge behind the front bumper, which signifies a 250 CID engine. In the description I found with the image, it mentions that this car came with an automatic transmission and air conditioning—features that the car we saw didn’t have. Additional options included power steering and brakes. Also notice that the front end closely resembles that of the 1972/1973 Chevelle.

If you look at the rear, you’ll find a Chevy-esque round light arrangement, which I also think looks great. It was common at the time for Brazilian owners to add a third pair of rear lights, which gave their cars a mini-Impala look.

We’re about halfway through, but let’s see what else the Uruguay car market offered at the time in August of 1978.

The mid-range cars in Uruguay were clearly defined, not by size, but by price.

You could buy a VW Brasilia, a Fiat 128, a Chevrolet Chevette, a Renault 12, a Ford Escort, or a Grumett (a fiberglass station wagon based on the Chevette, which would be produced locally until the Chevette Marajo was imported). There were also a few other less common models in this price range. All these cars were imported as CKDs (completely knocked-down kits) and assembled locally, except for the Grumett. The Escort was the only model imported as a kit from England.

The Grumett was essentially an Opel Kadett with a different front end and mechanicals. The Brasilia was the cheapest of the bunch (there was also a four-door version), but it wasn’t much cheaper than the others. The Fiat 128, Chevette, and Grumett were all priced closely together, while the Escort and Renault 12 were a bit more expensive.

Anyone who was interested in buying one of the first three models could easily afford any in the group, and probably even purchased the better trimmed and more expensive options.

The Brasilia, being built on the Beetle chassis, had poor performance, weak brakes, limited cargo space, and a loud interior. It was removed from our list. The Grumett was also ruled out because Dad didn’t want a fiberglass car. The Escort wasn’t comfortable, and the Renault 12 was more expensive than Dad was willing to pay at the time.

So, it came down to a Fiat 128 or a Chevette. As is often the case, car enthusiasts have strong opinions about certain brands. In our family, Fiats were a running joke and so, it was scratched off the list.

The winner? A 1978 Chevrolet Chevette, the Brazilian version of General Motors “T-car” (better known as Opel’s Kadett C, plus other siblings). It was delivered on Tuesday, August 15, 1978, at 4:30 PM, and issued the license plate 300-111 from Montevideo (only a car nut would remember those details, I know). There were three Chevette models to choose from: the two- and four-door sedan, and the two-door Rally, which was simply a decor option. The Rally had most of the chrome blacked out (but not the bumpers), a tachometer, a vacuum gauge, an ammeter, a “RALLY” stripe, sport wheels, and wider tires. I’ve been completely unable to find a picture of this model—either none exist anymore, or they’ve been repainted or refurbished. The only model available for immediate delivery was a canary yellow Rally, which, for its time, looked really sporty.

The Brazilian GP version, similar in graphics and color to the Rally.

 

I had to teach him how to engage reverse—this was his first four-speed car, and his first in 30 years to have a floor-mounted lever. He’d gotten his license in a 1940 Ford A, back when Uruguay still drove on the left side of the road.

I showed him how to place his hand on the lever, press down, slide it left and forward—and that was it.

“How did you know?” he asked.

“Because I was the only one at home who read the Nova’s owner’s manual,” I replied. And I was lucky, because I later learned that there were a couple of different gearboxes for the Nova, each with different shifting mechanisms.

I had a lot of fun with that Chevette because Dad drove me to school every morning. He decided I was old enough to start warming the car up on my own. So, I’d go down to the garage, open the choke, start the engine, and sit there listening to the sputtering when it was really cold. Dad, however, was a guy who followed the car’s manual to the letter. The manual, for some reason, recommended parking the car in reverse instead of first or neutral. One day, I forgot to put it in neutral and left my foot firmly on the clutch. When Dad approached the car, I got out—and the sporty Chevette rolled backward. Fortunately, Dad had quick reflexes and jumped out of the way before the door hit him.

The neighbor’s Citroën Méhari, which belonged to Dr. Martínez, a large animal vet who used it to visit patients in remote areas, wasn’t as lucky. The door came off and broke all the retainers of the convertible roof. My punishment for not being careful was to not drive the car for a few days. However, the worst part was knocking on Dr. Martínez’s door to confess what I had done and asking him to send us the bill for the repair. He wasn’t pleased at all, but I guess he understood how sorry I was after I had been chewed out by Dad. Oh… and by the way, the Méhari was brand new.

That Chevette had a short but intense life with us. Mechanically, it was excellent, pretty agile even with its 1.4-liter engine and 65 horsepower. It had very low fuel consumption compared to the Nova. But it was extremely uncomfortable for anyone sitting in the back. It was so low that it was hard to get in and out of. And as much as we joked about the Fiat’s poor corrosion protection, the Chevette developed rust holes in the front fenders, rocker panels, and the driver’s side floor—despite only having 60,000 km on it, which was quite a lot for a car at the time. Dad soon started considering trading it in. Things weren’t going to get any easier.

 

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