Originally submitted by Michael H. Epstein and posted March 21, 2008.


Like many of my friends, I lust over the first car I ever owned. In 1970, when I turned 16, I didn’t get my dream car because my parents thought it to be unsafe. I lusted for a 1970 GTO Judge convertible, but instead I received a 1970 Grand Prix (albeit a 455-cubic-inch 4-barrel).

Even with the 455, I thought it was an old man’s car. But now, as I tentatively approach middle age, with my son constantly reminding me what an old man I am, I longed for another flawless optioned-out 1970 Grand Prix.

I searched for two years until I found the right one–a one-owner 39,000-mile 1970 Grand Prix SJ, loaded with rare options including real leather, power everything, and even a wood sport steering wheel. Its one owner was 78, so maybe it actually is an old man’s car!

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