Most Beautiful Car Ever Made?

Combing through the old car want ads and found this gorgeous 1965 Pontiac Bonneville. Always had a fondness for this car since we had one when Mark and I were kids. Big, black and nice lines. We didn't have the convertible but this one would be a nice addition to anyone's garage.

My Dad liked big cars and and I can remember Mark and I taking one of the cars, maybe this one, out for a short joyride thinking we'd be safe since the folks were gone. In Seaton there was a road heading west to Keithsburg, pretty straight and back in those days in good shape. We went out about a mile or two then turned around and flew, I mean flew back into Seaton. It had a push button for the trunk release and we pretended it was a braking device. We screamed back toward town then popped the trunk to simulate a spoiler/chute and there at the stop sign when you get in were the folks in the company truck. Ooops. We must have been going 75/80 and that was after we had braked some distance. We didn't drive again for a while. Mark was always getting me into trouble.

This is a picture of a Grand Prix that is presently for sale on the web. It would be the more affordable than the above convertible and close to the Bonnie we had. I'd love for someone to get this for me for Christmas, or maybe Labor Day.

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