GM announces...
"The Pontiac brand will be discontinued".
Just like that...
"Mainstream performance vehicles" since 1926.
The venerable GTOs, Gran Prixs, Firebirds and Trans Ams...
Will be gone.
Once employment for my Grandfather, father, uncles and cousins...
Gone.
When we were kids...
We called them "Tin Indians".
A bust of Chief Pontiac...
Looking forward from their hoods.
The Chief would have been proud at one time...
Now, he is just sad.
Now the Chief looks backward...
And says, "All good things..."
4 comments:
My first (and up until three years ago, only) car was a cherry red 1990 Pontiac Firebird with a T-top I named Big 6 after my favorite baseball player of all time, Christy Mathewson of the New York Giants (Big 6 was his nickname.) My mother drove it up from Florida to New York to give it to me for my fortieth birthday in 1993. (I'm a lifelong New Yorker so didn't even learn to drive until I was almost thirty.) I loved that Firebird! By the time Big 6 finally gave up the ghost three years ago, she had served me well and faithfully for more than four hundred thousand miles over thirteen years and six months.
Your lovely poem reminded me of the temporariness of it all, and how easy it is to appreciate things and people after they have departed from our lives. Let us celebrate them while they're still here! And while we still can.
Thank you, Tom.
Thank you for your story and comments Perry. You sure got a lot of miles on Big 6! American workmanship came through on that one. I take to heart your note on celebrating while we can and hope that I do a decent job of practicing it with family and friends I am blessed to be close to. P.S. I liked "Stuck on the Wrong Side of Love".
Wow! You're stirring up memories. The first car Barb & I bought together was a metalic blue '77 Firebird with white quasi-leather seats. It's the car that brought Rachel & Matt home from the hospital, safely bundled in their car seats. Loved that Firebird, especially on freeway onramps, just letting that V8 flex its muscles. We owned two Pontiacs after that -- a '79 station wagon, and later a '95 Grand Am. The Grand Am broke a lot; soured me on GM cars generally. But I loved that Firebird.
Thank you for your comments Chuck. It is a shame how they managed to lose the magic of the GTO's and Firebirds isn't it?
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