1955 Pontiac Starchief (1209)

Fond (well, 'fond' isn't quite the right word) memories. Pontiacs were looked down upon by my family, as something that 'country hicks' used to drive fast. Maybe that's why my first crush was on a classmate who had a Pontiac just like this, except green not yellow. Physically he did fit the image of a hoodlum who drag raced, but, for some reason, he liked taking bookish me to the beach. Of course, since it was Jacksonville with high humidity and 80-90 degree days, we always drove to the beach in just our bathing suits, something that teens weren't supposed to do in our own family cars. Running around with him in that car definitely felt like rebellion.

Photo taken at an auto auction at Spa Casino Resort, Palm Springs.