My memories of Pontiacs date back to the chrome behemoths of my childhood in the late ’50s, the ones with a choke on the dashboard, not the look-all-the-same, jelly-bean cars of the past few decades. Never bought one. Drove one once or twice as a rental.
Won’t miss ’em, or the Hummers mentioned here. Or the Saturns, which I considered buying but never did. Going to be amusing watching the bureaucrats and the autoworkers’ union leaders drive GM into the dumper. For philisophical or practical reasons their cars will be pariahs now. Course, wouldn’t be so amusing if I owned a Suburban, or a Tahoe, or one of their pickups. Fortunately, I have a Honda.
Via Instapundit.