Or maybe it hated you! I bought a Chevy that at the time I thought was a good deal, the car was nice and resale red with a black vinyl top, nice black interior with a bench seat and a inline 6 with a power glide. The car was a good driver for about a month until I blew a head gasket and the oil looked like a chocolate milkshake, no big deal I bought a car from one of my daughters friends that had a 327 and a 350 turbo transmission, everything went smooth until I tried to find pulleys for the air, everyone said no problem, they are a dime a dozen. After I bought 6 different pulleys and none of them would work I found one at a local salvage yard that only deals with Chevelles and he only had one and it cost most than all the others that I had previously bought. I really liked the car but I kept have things go wrong and it seemed the car was nickle & dime me to death, Brenda started calling the car the Chevelle from Hell, on a whim I put a for sale sign on it and sold it immediately but I was convinced that car hated me. I have never seen the car again but I bet the new owner has probably never had a problem with the car.