I grew up in a Pontiac household. For my father, if it wasn’t Pontiac, it was crap. Our family’s daily driver was a Matador Red (think blood red) 1969 GTO Ram Air IV with a white interior and Centerline wheels. My dad drag raced a gold 1963 Tempest LeMans followed by a 1981 Firebird that wore black, then red, then red and white paint schemes that got uglier each time. For his tow vehicle, he chose a 1957 GMC 2500 pickup. Why? Because it was powered by a 348-cubic-inch Pontiac V-8. That’s why.
A divorce meant my parents sold the Goat in 1982 for a measly $1,500. While I would love to own that car today, the $60,000 or $100,000 it would take to buy it would be out of my price range.
Glenn Bell’s 1961 Pontiac Catalina drag car
For as great as the GTO was, much of my