1977 Pontiac Trans Am

My first love was my 1977 Trans Am! I miss the feeling of being wrapped in black vinyl, peeking over the black vinyl steering wheel and seeing that BEAUTIFUL "BIRD" on the hood wrapping it's wings around the hole in the hood where the 'scoop' peeked out to give the car it's sporty look. I miss the sound of mine, with the small hole in the exhaust...it was deep and gave me chills when I pressed the gas. I miss the hours I spent cleaning the 'sparkly' silver interior with a q-tip; ensuring the vents were clean as were the gauges. The interior sparkled like diamonds....diamonds ARE a girls best friend!! The clock never worked; but I didn't care. I prided myself in having an 8-track player even if I didn't have any tapes. The outside was even nicer... the front...when you looked at it...it came to life as you peered into the headlights. It had a personality...and peering into the front end, I felt like it was telling me, "I'm mean when I have to be", and the flares on the bottom just wrapped up the emotions like a smirk from a kid. The back of it looked completely innocent...but made you want to drive around and see more of this beautiful machine. It's clean lines and hints of "power" that could only be felt when you climbed behind the wheel and turned the key. The 400ci engine woke up with a soft roar....

It was NOT the best car in Silver (mine was originall then became black)...and it was even WORSE on wet/icy roads...NOT a car to be stuck up north in!!

GOD I loved my 1977 Trans Am...and after 18 years....I still long to have it back...no other car has ever filled that place in my heart!!!