3rd Gen Trans Am. It will never get the love and respect of the other generations, and I’ll never know why. Maybe it was the horrid interior build quality that made you not want to touch anything for fear of breaking it. Or, it was the fact that the body flexed like a piece of cooked lasagna noodle over irregularities. It could be that you could never take it through an automatic car wash because the water could shoot past the window/pillar/TTop seal. Or the double close doors, meaning you always had to slam them twice if the window was up.

None the less, I love them. I look for them weekly on CL and find myself almost missing the one I owned for 13 years. There is just something about the look of them and the fond memories of my 1980s childhood where I longed for one in the worst way.

(Pic of my actual car)