Vintage GTO photos

[60sStuff]

What do you think for that above ‘66 Lemans ?

[grantprix]

Originally Posted by 60sStuff

What do you think for that above ‘66 Lemans ?

That's it!

[grantprix]

My brother Larry's '66 LeMans from back in the day.

[60sStuff]

Originally Posted by grantprix

My brother Larry's '66 LeMans from back in the day.

All 3 Baber boys sure had good taste in automobiles.

[60sStuff]

Neat old ad for Sunshine Pontiac in Miami Florida.

Those were the days.

[grantprix]

Another nice color dealer photo I saw on Facebook recently, looks to be a postcard. I love those '66 banners on the face of the building.

[grantprix]

From a recent Facebook post I ran across...

Believe it or not, that is my mother standing tall next to her greatest pride and joy on a crisp afternoon in the suburbs. She was never one for the spotlight, but when she got behind the wheel of that car, she transformed into the queen of the road. I remember how the neighbors would turn their heads when they heard that engine roar down our quiet street.
It was 1967 in a small town in New Jersey where the air always smelled like autumn leaves and woodsmoke. Life moved at a different pace back then, and your car was more than just a way to get from point A to point B. It was a statement of who you were and how hard you had worked to get there.
She is wearing a simple but elegant pale yellow shift dress that she likely sewed herself on her old Singer machine. Her hair is perfectly coiffed in that classic bouffant style that required an entire can of hairspray to survive the wind. Even though she looks delicate in her Sunday best, she was the only woman on the block who knew how to handle a GTO with a four speed manual transmission.
Those were the days when things were built to last and people took care of what they owned because nothing came easy. My mother worked long hours at the local pharmacy to save up for that car, often skipping small luxuries for herself so she could provide a better life for me. She taught me that you do not just throw things away when they get a little dented or worn out, whether it is a machine or a relationship.
Character was measured by the grease on your hands and the sweat on your brow rather than by how many digital followers you had. People today seem so disconnected from the physical world, always looking for the next upgrade or the easiest shortcut. My mother knew that the best things in life required maintenance, patience, and a little bit of high octane fuel.
Looking at this old faded print reminds me that true class never goes out of style. She did not need a fancy screen to tell her where she was going because she had a clear sense of direction in her heart. I still carry that lesson with me every time I start an engine or face a long road ahead.

[grantprix]

Looks to be Montreux Blue with the window sticker still in place. Nice color combo.

[Formula455SD]

Originally Posted by grantprix

Believe it or not, that is my mother standing tall next to her greatest pride and joy on a crisp afternoon in the suburbs. She was never one for the spotlight, but when she got behind the wheel of that car, she transformed into the queen of the road. I remember how the neighbors would turn their heads when they heard that engine roar down our quiet street.
It was 1967 in a small town in New Jersey where the air always smelled like autumn leaves and woodsmoke. Life moved at a different pace back then, and your car was more than just a way to get from point A to point B. It was a statement of who you were and how hard you had worked to get there.
She is wearing a simple but elegant pale yellow shift dress that she likely sewed herself on her old Singer machine. Her hair is perfectly coiffed in that classic bouffant style that required an entire can of hairspray to survive the wind. Even though she looks delicate in her Sunday best, she was the only woman on the block who knew how to handle a GTO with a four speed manual transmission.
Those were the days when things were built to last and people took care of what they owned because nothing came easy. My mother worked long hours at the local pharmacy to save up for that car, often skipping small luxuries for herself so she could provide a better life for me. She taught me that you do not just throw things away when they get a little dented or worn out, whether it is a machine or a relationship.
Character was measured by the grease on your hands and the sweat on your brow rather than by how many digital followers you had. People today seem so disconnected from the physical world, always looking for the next upgrade or the easiest shortcut. My mother knew that the best things in life required maintenance, patience, and a little bit of high octane fuel.
Looking at this old faded print reminds me that true class never goes out of style. She did not need a fancy screen to tell her where she was going because she had a clear sense of direction in her heart. I still carry that lesson with me every time I start an engine or face a long road ahead.

That's almost a twin . Washington plates?Judging by the county code it would have been in the Walla Walla area.

[69M22Z]

Originally Posted by grantprix

Believe it or not, that is my mother standing tall next to her greatest pride and joy on a crisp afternoon in the suburbs. She was never one for the spotlight, but when she got behind the wheel of that car, she transformed into the queen of the road. I remember how the neighbors would turn their heads when they heard that engine roar down our quiet street.
It was 1967 in a small town in New Jersey where the air always smelled like autumn leaves and woodsmoke. Life moved at a different pace back then, and your car was more than just a way to get from point A to point B. It was a statement of who you were and how hard you had worked to get there.
She is wearing a simple but elegant pale yellow shift dress that she likely sewed herself on her old Singer machine. Her hair is perfectly coiffed in that classic bouffant style that required an entire can of hairspray to survive the wind. Even though she looks delicate in her Sunday best, she was the only woman on the block who knew how to handle a GTO with a four speed manual transmission.
Those were the days when things were built to last and people took care of what they owned because nothing came easy. My mother worked long hours at the local pharmacy to save up for that car, often skipping small luxuries for herself so she could provide a better life for me. She taught me that you do not just throw things away when they get a little dented or worn out, whether it is a machine or a relationship.
Character was measured by the grease on your hands and the sweat on your brow rather than by how many digital followers you had. People today seem so disconnected from the physical world, always looking for the next upgrade or the easiest shortcut. My mother knew that the best things in life required maintenance, patience, and a little bit of high octane fuel.
Looking at this old faded print reminds me that true class never goes out of style. She did not need a fancy screen to tell her where she was going because she had a clear sense of direction in her heart. I still carry that lesson with me every time I start an engine or face a long road ahead.

Amen!!!