1957 Pontiac Star Chief

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Venturing yet again to the old-iron-studded byways of Alameda, I've found this '57 Pontiac Star Chief. While obviously a first cousin to the '57 Chevy, the Star Chief had distinctive- if busy- styling and packed a bigger engine than the Chevy, at 347 cubes versus 283. You could even get the 347 with a triple-carb setup that yielded 290 horses...

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This one's pretty rough, and those rusty wire wheels probably came from a yard sale in 1974.

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But still, it's still driving at age 50 and it doesn't live a gilded-cage life of garages and trailers. And that means something!

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In fact, this car may well be driven by its original owner; this is quite common with 50s and 60s cars on this strange David Lynchesque island.

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In fact, I'm starting to think GM needs to do a retro'd-out Star Chief modeled after this thing. Look at those curves!

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Yes, you can just about taste the optimism in this design. Why, there'd be nuclear-powered Pontiacs on the Moon Base by 1980!

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Sadly, the Moon Pontiacs were not to be. But hey, it could be worse- at least Pontiac still exists!

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My Father once had a fuel-injected 57 that he bought from a friend and fellow dealer. It seemed that the mechanics were stupefied by the fuel system, and couldn't get the car to idle, but it ran well at all other RPM. He drove it from Northern Indiana (Goshen) to Alberta with no problem. However, when it came time to sell it, he thought that discretion would be better than selling it to someone in his marketing area. It was wholesaled in Seattle. I have never even heard of someone with a fuelie Pontiac from that era. But, even at age 5, in Mrs. Deitz' Kindergarten, I knew what a beautiful car was, and that black convertible, with its' two-tone leather and wonderbar radio was a knockout. These will eventually rise in value, although never to the iconic status of the Chevrolets.