The Chevy Chevelle was wrapping up its first generation in 1967 (it was introduced in 1964 as the GM division’s new intermediate-sized product). The car received a minor facelift in ’67 and the Malibu was still the top-of-the-line model though they could be sparsely equipped like the seller’s 4-door sedan. We’re told it was in a barn from 1992 to 2022, so it doesn’t run and has its fair share of cosmetic issues to resolve. Does it have too many doors for a full restoration or would you just fix it up and drive it?
Other than a 283 cubic inch V8 and a 2-speed Powerglide automatic transmission, this Malibu is pretty basic. No power steering, power brakes, or factory air conditioning. The original owner was probably looking for inexpensive daily transportation that could seat six in a pinch. This Chevelle may be original, including the maroon paint and plaid interior. Not much may have been done to the car since coming out of the barn other than some cleaning up.
The seller didn’t find the car, so he/she’s not the one who dented the driver’s side when removing it from its perch. The Chevy wasn’t able to avoid catching some rust, including in the lower rear quarter panels, front fenders, and even in the battery box. The undercarriage is a bit crusty as well. We’re told that a family of mice once lived in the Chevy but all they did was dirty things up (they didn’t get into the wiring which often happens).
No attempt has been made to get the car running, so we don’t know if anything here is terminal. And the title and keys are missing. The car comes with new brakes and steering parts in boxes, ready to be installed. Located in Weldon Spring, Missouri, this family-style project is available here on craigslist for $6,000 OBO. Does it matter how many doors it has? Another interesting tip from “Zappenduster”?
In my youth, the neighbor’s elderly father had one very similar to this. Every three or four visits, he would back into our joint mailbox post and destroy it, then drive away. Dad was much more of a DIY guy than the neighbor, so he would just quietly and quickly replace the mailbox post. After switching to a metal pipe that could be bent back into shape, he gave up and moved the mailboxes a few feet up the street. The old man died shortly afterward. I guess everybody really is here for a purpose.
This would not have too many doors if it were a hardtop. Against my urgings, my mom sold her ‘67 Sport Sedan just before I got my license and I still pine for it all these years later. Never have come across one on this forum either – Don’t seem to have been a lot of survivors in spite of the overwhelming popularity of the model.
I don’t mind the 4 doors. The guy traveling next to you in traffic in his nanny-mobile is going to be just as jealous no matter the number of doors.
I haven’t seen a 4 door ’67 Chevelle on the road, or anywhere, since the Carter Administration. I guess it would be cool oddity, at the local car show.
Buy this for grandpap!
Wow a grocery getter that’s cheaper than maybe a yrs worth of groceries depending on family size of course. 2000 is pushing it! Glwts peace!
Not so uncommon to see this combo of features. There were a lot of people like my dad who were just fine with the steering and stopping chores as long as he didn’t have to shift anymore. I guess driving trucks in the forties and fifties will do that for you.
An excellent base for a fun car, but six thousand American dollars is a bit high.
Nice it survived but on the high side….make an offer on it !
This is one year newer and the exact same color combo as the car I took the first ride home from the maternity ward in, in 1974. It survived a few years after that so I have early memories of it but it was a rust bucket by then.
Behold the sweet chariot of my youth.
A 67 Malibu 4-door was my first car. 283, powerglide, factory AC, PS, PB. It topped out at 115mph but I had no business going even that fast. I found out the hard way that the keys could be removed while the car was running. I did something to aggravate my brother so he reached over, grabbed the keys out of the dash and flung them out the window into the woods. We spent probably an hour scouring the woods all the while my Chevelle idling away.