I should tell you up front that I've always liked Pontiacs. You could say it's genetic. My dad owned a string of Pontiacs, and kept on buying them until our family grew so large that it required a big Chevrolet station wagon.
His first new car - a 1949 Mayan Gold Pontiac Club Coupe - swept him away on his honeymoon. Here's a man who has trouble remembering the birthdays and middle names of his own children, but who can recall in minute detail how he went from one dealership to the next dickering for that car, finally negotiating $50 off the $2339 price tag. Click here to read more