Skip to comments.Pontiac, maker of muscle cars, ends after 84 years
Posted on 11/01/2010 6:44:47 AM PDT by kingattax
DETROIT Pontiac, whose muscle cars drag-raced down boulevards, parked at drive-ins and roared across movie screens, is going out of business on Sunday.
The 84-year-old brand, moribund since General Motors decided to kill it last year as it collapsed into bankruptcy, had been in decline for years. It was undone by a combination of poor corporate strategy and changing driver tastes. On Oct. 31, GM's agreements with Pontiac dealers expire.
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One down, about five more to go...
GM = Junk
Many a Pontiac have seen the tail lights of my Dodge.....
Not much muscle in that brand of “muscle”car..
I wish I could sell "my" GM and Chrysler stock.
I believe Pontiac used one block casting for all their V8’s
326 to 455 cid, unlike Chevy & Ford. Sure brings back some memories of my motorhead days of the 1970’s.
If I were in charge of GM, I’d keep Chevy, Cadillac, dump GMC, Buick............ the unions and Obama.
Unions killed it.
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.
Pontiac, whose muscle cars drag-raced down boulevards Honda and Toyota drivers wave as they pass.
“It was undone by a combination of poor corporate strategy and changing driver tastes”
Famous mistake #103.
GTO was an awesome ride back in my day. We can spin it like this:
Commie Rat thug unions and politicians killed a great brand, a great traditions, and a great American company.
Sadly, that's true, beginning around 1974-5, when the stupid EPA crap all started. My first car was a Pontiac and one of the last of the old breed: '73 Grand Am with a 455ci V8 topped with a 4-bbl. Holly carb. It wasn't quite as fast as the Firebird but it was fast enough to get me in trouble with the local constabulary. Several times.
It also had nice front bucket seats, which I remember quite specifically because they could be adjusted nearly all the way down, which came in rather handy on more than one occasion... ;-)
In the apartment complex I lived in back in the 70s, there was a little old gray-haired lady who had a ‘64 GTO. It was an automatic, though.
Government Motors is just following Fords lead because they iced the Mercury.
Patriots do not buy GM products...
My older brother had a '69, lifted in back with 12" slicks.
He would do foot high wheelies when he popped the clutch.
Needless to say, he spent most of his non-wheely doing time under the goat working on the transmission.
“It was an automatic, though.”
Automatic or standard - either one would probably bring a couple of hundred grand today.
Just another of my poor decisions back then.
I guess that’s why they call it “youth.”
That's kinda like complaining about cereal changing the color of your milk...
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.
I saw a ‘69 Charger on the road a few days ago - it still looked very cool with that distinctive front grille. Made me feel old to see that it had one of those damned “antique” license plates though. ;-)
Do you remember the 2+2? Awesome machine..and with a much bigger back seat..(g) My roomie in college had one..and in 63 we drove it down to New Orleans from NY for Mardi Gras..talked our way out of 3 tickets down south...
Yeah, I tried to get my mom to buy a ‘69 Charger. She actually went to the dealership to ask about it, and the salesman talked her out of it. He asked her what was going on, and she told him it was her son’s idea. That ended it. She said the reason was she couldn’t put grocery bags on the bucket seat.
It was undone by a combination of poor corporate strategy and changing driver tastes.
And shoddy manufacturing practices.
But if your line workers are boozing and doping on their lunch hours...
no shock there.
I saw a 69 Charger on the road a few days ago - it still looked very
cool with that distinctive front grille.
Loved the black Charger driven by “Frank Booth” (the late Dennis Hopper)
in the movie “Blue Velvet”.
If I ever inherit a ton of money...I’m getting one no matter the price.
Even if I just park it in my drive-way.
Yeah, I had a ‘69 Chager RT 440 4-speed. With a few changes- Edelbrock hi rise intake, Holley double pumper carbs, it was quite a ride!
It was even worse in the early ‘70’s when the gas crunch hit. There was more serious iron for sale than you could shake a stick at. Five grand back then could have made you a millionaire today! Not to mention the owner of some really cool cars.
If life only came with a crystal ball!
OOPS- I meant Charger!
Was this in Pasadena? Her neighbor might have driven a ‘64 Dodge Polara Super Stock.
If you were to take that ‘73 455 and stick it in a Firebird, say a ‘76 T/A, you’d have a lot more car than any 18 year old really needs. The ‘76 HEI is compatible, which is nice. So are the rear disk brakes from an ‘80 if you swap the proportioning valve.
I’d be worried about putting that big a block into a chassis with the dimensions of the old Firebird; I already had weight-distribution issues in the GA Coupe, to the extent that I used to ride around with a couple of 80 lb. sacks of cement mix in the trunk. LOL.
The 455 and the 400 that was in there before I blew it up were the same big block (IIRC, the only difference was a longer stroke on the 455). Pontiac used the same big block even for some of the smaller engines where others would use a small block.
I thought those were factory standards.
LOL. That reminded me: I knew a couple of guys from the north Bronx that claimed to do the same thing with their rides - only I was never quite sure they were actually using cement, or if it was cement, what it was intended to be used for. Great guys to go drinking with, but I was careful not to ask too many questions of them...
I had an ‘84 Firebird when I was in highschool. I don’t claim to know a thing about cars. All I can tell you is that I absolutely LOVED driving that car. 20 years and 5 kids later, I’m now in a great big conversion van. Oh, how I miss that Firebird!!! :o)
I think you’re right - it was the same plant, just with a longer stroke relative to the bore size, and produced about 500 ft./lbs. of torque as a result.
White Castle on Bruckner?
My dad bought a new 1969 Pontiac Le Mans. It was in the shop more than any other car that he ever had.
I do miss White Castle - we don’t have them here in New Hampshire. And back in the time I lived in NY, it was a hot spot for late evening parking lot “goings-on”. But if you know the area, my favorite places were Umberto’s and Mario’s, both on Arthur Avenue.
I’ve had 5 F-Body’s: 70, 78, 80, 88 and 94.
The 80 was a Z-28, all others were Birds. My favorite was the 1970 Formula 400, RamAir III, Muncie M-22 “Rock Crusher” 4spd. Sucker cooked!!
God I miss that car. You could watch the gas gauge move though. LOL. Course, gas was cheap back then. But watching the Speedo move, made it all worth it.
Still have the 94. I figure since they don’t make Birds anymore, let alone Pontiacs, I might hang on to it for a while.
Arthur Ave... I shouldda guessed.
I was in Queens. The WC at 55Ave and Queens Blvd was the place where many races were “set up”. Connecting Hwy was the usual strip. Crossbay Blvd. races were arranged at the Bow-Wow.
Sadly, I can recall when gasoline was 32 cents a gallon and it didn’t hurt so much to fill the tank again on Saturday morning after cruising around all Friday night. That Ram Air engine was a monster. A guy I knew had one in high school (I think it was a ‘70, but that was a long time ago). I do still remember the incredible sound it made when he popped the clutch, slammed that long-throw Hurst lever down and fed the gas...