OPINION
A Real Heartbreaker
Published on April 27, 2009 By Big Fat Daddy In Misc

I know that Pontiac has been nothing more than a fancy badged generic for a lot of years. Even the later model Firebirds were sportin' Chevy engines. But Pontiac had a certain appeal, and a loyal following. I am having a hard time wrapping my mind around this. GM has just announced that Pontiac is going to join Oldsmobile in the cosmic junkyard of Auto-dom. I know that the muscle-car days have been dead and gone for a long time. The limp attempt at renewal (2004 GTO) fell flat on its face. While Ford and Chrysler both came up retro-looking, affordable power cars, GM made a hot performer that looked like my wife's Grand Prix. Well, the original GTO was created by putting a big motor in mid-sized, plain-jane, family car. So what is the problem? GM couldn't decide whether it wanted to go after younger folks or us geriatrics with memories of the days when acceleration was measured in G forces. I guess it didn't look jazzy enough for the kids or retro enough for us codgers. The real disappointment is that it was beginning to look like the Trans-Am that would have been based on the new Camaro is gonna die before it had a chance. Sorry Mike (personal note). For a while...sigh...but not. The Camaro is apparently having its own identity problems, GM can't decide if it wants to make a performer or a fancy looking economy car. Well, nothing lasts forever, I guess. But for those of us who have turned heads with that distinctive tailpipe roar, the Hoover-on-steroids howl of the Tri-power (okay, Matt...quadrajets sound good, too), and the mix of rubber smoke and high octane leaded gas as you left the pretenders in the haze...Ponchos will always rule.

So long, Pontiac, and thanks for the fun.

51pontiac

My First Poncho (mine was brown)...flathead straight eight automatic...top speed 70 mph.

gto & me

My favorite...my first GTO.  389 Tri-power, four-speed, posi-traction...just like the song.

yellow goat

Yellow Goat, Fort Ord, 1974...with a few accessories

patch poncho

1974 Sport LeMans...five kids in the backseat.

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My current baby. 

 WHITE PONCHOS 2

MamaCharlie's Grand Prix and the pre-blue current baby.

 

 

 

 


Comments
on Apr 27, 2009

My favorite car ever was my Sunfire sport coupe.  And JLO is still driving the GrandAm we bought her as a university graduation present.  Neither were 'muscle cars' but both are/were dearly loved.  (In fact I would have bought another Sunfire when we came back from India but they weren't making them anymore.)  I agree--sad news.

on Apr 27, 2009

I will miss the Firebird. While it may still be around, it's sad it's legacy could not survive this stupidity of an economy screw up. May it rest in peace.

on Apr 27, 2009

I will miss the Firebird

HBW and Humbordt both have Firebird history.  HBW shifted over to GTO when the opportunity arose.  Humbordt and Toothache both went through a few Birds.  At one time we had four or five of them in front of the house.  All were the '77-78s, the "Batman" front clips.  Right now Humbordt has two like the one pictured, both with Olds power (go figure).   He was really excited about the prospect of a new Bird.  Not to be, now, I guess.

 

 

--sad news.

Yeah...When I was a kid, Pontiac was a high-priced Chevy, sort of in between the Chevy and the Buick.  But in the late fifties and early sixties, they started making engines that made the stock car and drag race crowds sit up and pay attention.  But they always kept the feel of a better-than-average car. 

on Apr 27, 2009

While my favorite and fastest car was a '69 Plymouth Sport Satellite with a 383 magnum, six-pack carb, and a shift kit. I had a Goat that was also a much loved car. The Goat was a much better looking car even if it wasn't nearly as fast.

on Apr 28, 2009

I now own a classic car.  It may have to be my retirement plan.  Barrett/Jackson 2026.

on Apr 28, 2009

I should probably take her out and get some good pictures....but here is one of the most recent.  Matt's baby.  a 1969 GTO....off to get new brakes.  (Don't worry Matt, she is back in the garage....leaving the van out in the rain!)

 

 

And here is a pic I did a while back....the boys working on the GTO.

 

 

on Apr 28, 2009

While my favorite and fastest car was a '69 Plymouth Sport Satellite with a 383 magnum, six-pack carb, and a shift kit

Heeheeheeee...This is what made the musclecar era so much fun.  The factory gave you a starting point, ya had to add what you could afford to stay competitive.  My brother had a 60 Corvette when I had my 65 Goat...I waxed him good, straight and curves.  He went out and bought a 67 Roadrunner, when I had my 69 Goat, that was a give and take.  Every now and then you pick a fight with someone who had more to spend than you did and ZOOM...they blew your doors off.  I nailed my share of Mopars...got nailed by more than a few, too.  Got bagged by a Ford or two, a Chevelle, even got a big surprise from a 65 Riviera, who knew they had a 428 engine in there!  It was a great era, lot of fun, and now days...of course the draggin' days are done...but every now and then I surprise one of the new muscle-wannabes...but the best part is just the waves of appreciation I get just cruising around.  Reduced to one word...the work would be BONZAI!!!

on Apr 28, 2009

Barrett/Jackson 2026.

I hate those guys!!  When I bought my current GTO, it was in pretty sad shape, it ran but was in need of a lot of work.  I got it for about $2200.  Now if you find just the shell of a muscle-era car they want $5000...GRRRRR

on Apr 28, 2009

He was really excited about the prospect of a new Bird.

I would have had to sell Jacob to afford one, so maybe its for the best. I love that kid. It would have broke my heart to see him go.

on Apr 28, 2009

I would have had to sell Jacob to afford one, so maybe its for the best. I love that kid. It would have broke my heart to see him go.

 

 .... ... ...HEY!!

on Jan 05, 2010

I would have had to sell Jacob to afford one, so maybe its for the best. I love that kid. It would have broke my heart to see him go.