Vintage GTO photos

[60sStuff]

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.

Grant,

Very well said and I completely agree with the proper way your mother lived life and taught you as well.
I see now where your special traits came from.

Great vintage photo of Mom and her ‘67 GTO.
You go girl!

[flyingn]

What town? Looks kinda like Medford NJ


QUOTE=grantprix;1689334]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.[/QUOTE]