Speaking of the late Carrie Fisher and her AWESOME 1977 Grand Prix from The Blues Brothers movie, I have resurrected here my paean to that very car, formerly published at Car Lust.
I’ve no shame whatsoever: I see that photo up there and I just want to lick it, it’s so gorgeous.
I think this could quite possibly be the genesis, the dawning, the ultimate source, the Patient Zero of my youthful Car Lust: a maroon 1976 Pontiac Grand Prix. It’s certainly the first real car I recall developing a mad crush on, apart from the usual panoply of TV cars that I’ve mentioned over the years. Oddly enough, it was actually a Catholic priest that piqued my interest in these things. Fr. Tony, newly installed assistant pastor at our little ‘burgh in central Wisconsin, showed up driving one that looked identical to the brochure image here. He was a neat guy (still is, actually), quite different from the usual stodgy priests I’d known up until that point, and he eventually became a good friend of the family.
As fine a shepherd as he was, it was that Grand Prix that really captured my eye. We’d had a similar vintage GM Century (which we all pretty much loathed), but Tony’s Grand Prix was a definite step above the old family hauler and grocery getter. Two doors instead of four, a long, luxurious hood ending in a, to my mind, elegant upright split grille, and a short deck accented with opera windows. And it was quiet inside: even though it had a V8 instead of our pathetic V6, the noise didn’t intrude much into the passenger cabin. And it was quite noticeably quicker than our misbegotten tank.
Of course, it might have been a similarly unreliable piece of junk for all I knew. . . . .but I digress. It.Was.Awesome. Continue reading