Now everything has become plastic, predictable, as if someone decided that a safe "middle" would replace the soul. 😞

Chevrolet gave a feeling of boldness, courage, even a little madness. And now? You sit in a new crossover, and... nothing. Plastic, touch panels, "comfort", "fuel economy". Where is my little revolution on wheels? ⚡️

It's funny, but even in love with cars you feel lonely. You are looking for emotions, and all around you are just pale copies. Sometimes you want to spit on everything and find the old gang from the past again: the old Kamara, the old sound, the old roads, where every gear change feels like a breath of life. 💨

Maybe I'm too sentimental. Maybe the world is changing, and cars should be comfortable and economical. But deep down, you want something real, something with character. 😔 And while new Chevrolet models continue to go into "practicality", I'm left with memories and an old photo on my phone.

Sometimes I understand: it's not about the brand, it's about the feeling. And until it's gone, no new buttons and screens will replace that little madness that was before. 💔

Mashka