Bye, Bye Bandit…
…and GTO.
GM puts a bullet in Pontiac, Saturn, Saab and Hummer.
And, of course, a greater share by the feds of the General…
…and GTO.
GM puts a bullet in Pontiac, Saturn, Saab and Hummer.
And, of course, a greater share by the feds of the General…
OK, guess it’s throw down time – time to get some skin in this challenge…Spirit of Attack and all Open challenge to Mike over at No Angst Zone – if Team USAF is ahead of Team Navy after the final reckoning on Thanksgiving, then the following Friday (5 Dec), my Flightdeck Friday post will be…
Away out here they got a name For rain and wind and fire The rain is Tess, the fire Joe, And they call the wind Maria Maria blows the stars around And sends the clouds a’flyin’ Maria makes the mountains sound Like folks were up there dying – ‘Maria‘Â from Paint Your Wagon Growing up…
Metaphor for the Raptor program? (F-22 snowed under at Edwards AFB)
VAJoe has a contest running for military-oriented charities with several generous prizes (including a Grand Prize of $1K) set aside for the winning charity. Sixty-six organizations are represented, from the 9/11 Help America Foundation to the Wounded Warriror Project – and if you don’t see one you think should be there, you can nominate one. …
So comes that time of year when we are prompted to render thanks. While some hew to a generic form thereof, others would like to be more direct in their thanks, delivering same directly to someone at the pointy end, as it were. Well, you’re in luck. Over the next several days we will be…
11,000 tons gross displacement. 622.5 ft long. 45 aircraft – that was the USS San Jacinto (CVL 30). Sixty-five years ago, on a September morning, a young naval aviator launched his Grumman TBF Avenger from her deck on a mission to strike facilities at Chi Chi Jima. Forty-five years later he was raising his hand,…
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My first car was a 1971 Pontiac Grand Prix with the 400 c.i. V-8 and a Rochester 4-barrel carb. Developed under the guidance of good ol’ John Z. Delorean, long before the days of the DMC, Irish labor strikes, and cocaine busts. Two tons of total mobility and the longest hood in the business, was I think the way he put it about the Grand Prix. You could fit 12 people and half a dozen cases of beer in it and head for the beach. At 100 it would start to float on its wheels as the air got under the chassis and it would get a little sporty driving it. On the other hand, you could SEE the fuel gauge fall as you motored around.
Those were the days.
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This really saddens me. I never owned a Pontiac (being a Chevy kinda guy), but I’m danged glad they were there.