In the spring of 1971, with the Beatles disbanded, the Summer of Love long since discontinued, and most of a certain age having little to cheer about but the "fish," dropping the top on your Chevelle SS might have been one of the few sublime pleasures left. Of course, it was only sublime with the engine off; when burning gas, any Chevy Super Sport was anything but.
At the time this Chevelle was delivered, the EPA was beginning to exert its bureaucratic zeal, although – thankfully – this was merely the end of the beginning and not the beginning of the end. Horsepower was down and drivability issues were up, but your tech still knew (more or less) what he was looking at. The muscle remained under the hood, brakes remained more of an idea than reliable concept, and steering was as disconnected as that era's political class. GM didn't own quite half of the market – as it had in the '50s – but neither had it suffered the corporate gutting that would take place during the '73/'74 OPEC crisis.
This for-sale Chevelle looks to be showroom fresh, and if the stated mileage is accurate it might even drive showroom fresh. At an ask well north of $100,000, we'd hope for either a very professional restoration or no restoration, and a personal/professional inspection would be so much better than Facetime. But if as represented, there may be worse ways – a CD, passbook savings or mattress, to name just three – to store your retirement funds.