The End of the Road
For whatever reason, my family’s always had a thing for Pontiacs. When I was a kid, my mother drove a Grand Prix which, in one of my earliest memories, was stolen from a mall parking lot in Miami. She’s gone through several updated models of the same car since and continues to drive one to this day. When I was 17, I drove a Pontiac Fiero GT — a long since discontinued quasi-roadster that was essentially two seats, a V6 engine and not much else. It remains probably my favorite of all the cars
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The End of the Road
