Her old red Chevy looked right at home among the junkers in the street.

Yeah, as if anyone would want a fifteen year old Chevy that needed a swift kick to get started on cold mornings.

His personal car's an old Chevy that has seen better days.

Twenty seconds later, the old Chevy rounded a curve and pulled up behind us.

Twenty minutes later another woman left by the side door, walked to the street, and drove away in an old Chevy.

Cady got behind the wheel of an old gray Chevy.

Six or seven guys piling into an old Chevy.

The old Chevy had never idled more smoothly or handled better.

Drew drove the old Chevy off on some country road and left it.

For some reason he saw himself sitting behind the wheel of his old Chevy, cursing the motor.