Not much to say about this bit o’ fin. Instantly recognizable, and considered desirable by many (though not this author, oddly.) But, when I do see one I have to pause and consider how the mighty have fallen. Will people in the middle of this century pine for a 2009 Malibu the same way they desire a ’57 Bel-Air? Somehow I doubt it. Detroit lost the plot a long time ago. A fat lady is likely warming up in the wings of the RenCen as we speak. Lutz already bailed with his golden parachute. I’m shocked that Rick Waggoner still has a job to be honest.