And by "style," I don't mean gasoline, though I bet it burns a lot of that also. No, this is a Pontiac Parisienne from the age of chrome. And by "chrome," I don't mean Google Chrome -- just try picking up women using a Web browser... OK, fine. But it's not the same thing -- I'm talking about real women.
The whole point of the Pontiac style!
Henry, tells me he once had a pea-green 1969 Pontiac Parisienne. When he stepped on the gas, he had to look at the speedometer to know he was really going 60 miles-an-hour -- The car didn't so much as shiver at high speed -- "a sailboat they called it." And the power brakes! Henry says you just had to touch them, they were so sensitive. He also remembers he could smell the gas tank, but then isn't a Parisienne all gas tank? Click on the images to enlarge them.
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