Yep. When my mom and dad got divorced in 76, they fought over our 72 Vette. The judge told my dad he could keep it but he had to buy my mom a car. He was awful proud of himself when he rolled up in the driveway in that brand new Gremlin X. That is until my mom said, "If you think I'm going to drive that piece of shit, you're stupid!" He took it back and bought her a Corolla. That Gremlin did fly. Rattled like a bucket of bolts the whole time.