I used to drive my Grandmother around in a 307 powered Malibu exactly like that, way back when. Driving up the narrow, rough and twisty Bronx River Parkway or Hutchinson River Parkway, that Malibu was about impossible to keep in it's lane. Besides the fact that the car was large enough to take up the entire narrow lane, its steering precision was pathetic, especially on the Bias Ply tires of the day. The chassis was incredibly flexible and the rough roads really upset the car, everything rattled, and it would lean over hard, when cornering. Driving that thing was an exercise in frustration, stress and discomfort. Even the doors and windows leaked water at highway speeds, as the airflow would pull the door frames out and water would leak in. Not to mention the fact that it would be down to 7, 6, 5 or 4 cylinders as each subsequent puddle flooded the distributor and plug wires. I swear to God, water sprayed right from the tires on to the spark plugs and distributor.
Some additional strong points: It was less than fantastic in the snow, with exactly zero traction, got 11-14 MPG, had (I think) a 2 speed powerglide automatic and ran a 20 second 1/4 mile.
Today, there are some solutions to the handling quirks, and I know that well restored cars can be quite nice. But I still hate them.