I remember when Pontiac was quite the cat’s meow, back in the early sixties.
It was the favorite of rich kids that had their own car.
It would go much faster than I felt safe going. But it also had the punch to get me out of trouble on the interstate more than once. Plus, it was rock stable as I accelerated - something than every car that I could afford since then have lacked.
I should have kept the car when I went back to SEA for a year in ‘75. If I could have seen the future, 12 months turned into 7, it would have been well worth it to put it up on blocks and keep it.
But then, if I had accurate foresight, I would have bought gold jewelery, baht chains, buy the pound when gold was less than $ 40 an ounce too.