We called it a goat in OR also. The bad thing with those was if you had the 389, you needed like 120 octane to run it. Now I guess you go to the airport or add octane to tank.

Maybe its a good thing, GM has been screwing up since Roger Smith anyways. Ford at least seems to be getting its stuff together (I'd buy a Ford since they didn't take the TARP money) and quality-wise is up with Honda. Now if they can just make the cars look better.

I had a 63 1/2 big block 427 hp, 4spd Ford, I raced "389" GOATS, and beat them pretty good.

They beat me off the line, as my Ford was heavy...but then 425 hp and big block cubes came into play in 3rd gear, and it was goodbye GTO.

I really likes these two muscle cars.

Eh Pontiac was pure branding...

First you have a GM engineer design a chassis and an engine, then the design is handed off to the "creative" department to make minor changes to the styling and magically you have 7 distinct models of the same car.

The same process is used at Ford, Chrysler, and most sustainable infill condos.

The classics, on the other hand, were a work of art.

"The same process is used at Ford"

Hey, careful, I had a '70 Mustang and ,yes, it was a Cougar also, but it was set up different at lease instead of the Camaro/Firebird combos.

Sure the GTO was a fun car - but you can't beat a 1966 Corvette for styling!

"The same process is used at Ford, Chrysler, and most sustainable infill condos."

Too funny!

Came in a wide track back then. Or was it a narrow gauge. We used t' race Ponchos out around Saragosa ... or was it Scappoose, ya' s'pose?

I drove a Goat to the Indy 500 from the Windy City, not stopping to play in Peoria.

This artistic interpretation was painted by John Mix Stanley.

... Pontiac's influence had declined around Detroit because of the unsuccessful siege, he gained stature in the Illinois and Wabash country ... in 1769 he was assassinated by a Peoria Indian.

Pontiac or Obwandiyag [say it together now: "ob-WAN-dee-yag" ... obWAN-dee-ack ... P'ON-dee-ack] (c. 1720 – April 20, 1769), was an Ottawa leader who became famous for his role in Pontiac's Rebellion (1763–1766), an American Indian struggle against the British military occupation of the Great Lakes region following the British victory in the French and Indian War. Historians disagree about Pontiac's importance in the war that bears his name. Nineteenth century accounts portrayed him as the mastermind and leader of the revolt, while some subsequent interpretations have depicted him as a local leader with limited overall influence.

The war began in May 1763 when Pontiac and 300 followers attempted to take Fort Detroit by surprise. His plan foiled, Pontiac laid siege to the fort, and was eventually joined by more than 900 warriors from a half-dozen tribes. Meanwhile, messengers spread the word of Pontiac's actions, and the war expanded far beyond Detroit. In July 1763, Pontiac defeated a British detachment at the Battle of Bloody Run, but he was unable to capture the fort. In October he lifted the siege and withdrew to the Illinois country.

Ottawa is the capital city destined to reach after the Indy motor speedway, (sat in the infield, 50 meters from the brickyard!), but the forest-green Goat broke down (sucked a valve into the cylinder) beside the interstate around Slippery Rock, somewhere south of Erie about 1 am. I'm speakin truth.

Totalled it out, traded the dealer for a TransAm. First year edition. O.M.G.
Drove the TransAm to Watkins Glen and back, in August, or was it June? Anyway, playing 'Can-Am rally' on the winding road home, hit a swarm of bees on the windshield }splat{

My first car was a '62 Catalina. When it was introduced it and its "sister ship" the Bonneville were the widest rides on the road. Comfortable, roomy, dead stable even at extremely high speed.

Sure, it was costly to run during the 70s gas rationing days and its brakes had to be constantly adjusted and replaced but I loved that car.

My granddad owned a Pontiac as well - a big old gray monster with an Indian head hood ornament that we used to rub for luck.

Kinda sad, especially since they started using the Aussie Holden platform here in the US they were finally coming back to true "Muscle Car" status.

Senior year Fall of '76 went into the College Placement Office to see about employment in the Real World - nothing tempting, but the receptionist was selling a tu-tone '55 Catalina 2-door hardtop for $100. Got it, with Pontiac's first V-8, the "Strato-Streak;" 4-speed "slant-pan" Hydramatic; & chrome airplane on the hood with plexiglas Chief Pontiac in front that lit up at night for guidance. Joined the "Pontiac-Oakland Club International" as a favor to a guy I washed dishes with, whose brother ran the local chapter. Got Oregon plates by mail & drove around New England to the amazement of all, then out to PDX. Kid brother who was supposed to start it monthly while I was away stopped after 2 years, so it sits in the garage awaiting eventual resurrection. A great piece of Detroit Iron which will rise again - hope we can say as much for GM & Detroit. (Chrysler & Ford too)

While I bleed "Ford Blue",after 25 years of owning/racing/showing Fords, my mind goes back to Medford,Oregon where my love of all that Mr.Ford built started.

I must admit(hope my wife doesn't read this) there was a chance there was a 1964,"GTO" in my future.

Her name was Pat German,she was a year older then me,she was a senior at Grants Pass,Oregon high school, and she loved to street race her car with the boys in Medford, where I was raised.

The hot cars were always cruising Riverside and main in Medford(not anymore)and then we would park at "Jack's drive up,(not my place)and BS about where to race, and the ladies that showed to show off as well.

Pat loped her GTO,through one night, we all ran out to see a "babe" driving a "GTO" and teased her it was her boy friends car, not hers.

I told her she must be careful with that 4spd,and not crunch a gear...as girls could not drive a 4 spd.

She,asked what I was driving,I pointed to my 427, 425 hp black Galaxie, with red interior, sitting close by.

She got this mean grin on her face, and said..."wanna race?"

So the guy's with me all yelled "kick her a-- Jack", and out on the street we headed to the freeway.

It was quickly exhibited that she was a machined animal with that Muncie 4 spd, as I got left in first, and second gear, only catching her at the top of 3rd, and driving around her in 4th.

Pat was really good with many things ..but this continued story must stop, my wife might read "BOGS BLOG", so I'll stop here..that Blue GTO was HOT!

Pat and her GTO,are fond memory's of the 60's.