When I was down at the car wash the other day I saw this neglected Pontiac poking out between some metal girders. It was rusted to crap and looked like sh*t, but the gold race wheels gave a glimpse into what was at one time a very desirable American dream.
Growing up in Ireland, where a souped-up Ford Escort was a hot car in the 1980s, to see a car like this on the A-Team, Knight Rider or the Fall Guy, just sent your heart pumping for an ostentatious American car with its growling V8 and screeching tires. These cars were like playmates, to the supermodels of European car makers; desire Vs lust.
It looks like a third generation Firebird/Trans Am, but from behind the fence it was hard to tell exactly what year. Maybe a Firebird Formula or a GTA?
The forgotten and abused car made me think of a broken dream, a lost promise. Perhaps, back in the summer of '86 some young couple went cruising around KC in this car feeling like royalty, not a care in the world. But as all dreams end, something must have happened for this car to end up in such bad shape. It made me think of that Journey song...you know the one "Just a small town girl..."
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