Memories of that wonderful car have stayed with me down the years, even as Pontiac, in my mind, disappeared into the fleet of rental cars, faded into nostalgia kept tangible only by lingering reverence for, and hope for the rebirth of, the GTO. Wrapped in heavy chrome, an Indian’s head for a hood ornament, its center line was bisected by ribs of chrome that looked much like a racing stripe. I look through Pontiac histories now and again, trying to determine just which Pontiac it was, and to the best of my recollection I figure it was a 1950 Chieftain Deluxe Catalina Coupe. Pontiac Grand Prix GTP gets a boost in power, looksįor my grandfather in the early 1950s, years of work for the Boston & Maine Railroad paid off with the answer to a lingering steel dream: a gleaming green Pontiac parked in the yard between his little house on a hill and his chicken coop, just up the rise from the Sears, Roebuck outhouse.
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