Is This Car Wholesome?
Below is an F-body that will never die. If it ever was on blocks, it probably will never sit on any again. Nan and I happened upon a little car show at one of those fake aluminum train-car diners while we were on vacation in Rhode Island. I had to stop. Nan rolled her eyes, but she let me indulge myself, proving once again that she really does love me.
This car had to have been the owner's "trophy mistress."
I dare you to find a fingerprint on that piano finish. The enormous and classic "Screaming Chicken" on the hood attacks your eyes. This is the steel equivalent of a feather and rhinestone-adorned burlesque dancer as found in places like Las Vegas. The paint, decals, stripes, markers, and the shaker hood are the plumage, heavy make-up, minimal bikini, and high-heeled shoes of the glamour girl. It's all for show and it works.
Something about those headdresses resembles the Firebird above, but I can't quite put my finger on it. That might smudge the mirror finish if I did.
Speaking of Las Vegas, you'd agree that the Screaming Chicken hardly evokes Donny and Marie.
I understand they're playing at the Flamingo and have a sensational show. I've got to take Nan to it.
Perhaps Burt Reynolds and Sally Fields would better model the Screaming Chicken Firebird. After all it was they who made the black, golden phoenix-bedecked Trans Am famous.....or was it the other way around?
Oddly, I've never seen Smokey and the Bandit. I don't mind being odd.
Why didn't GM reintroduce a Firebird version of the new Camaro? The Chevy never quite had the pop and flash of the Trans Am. Here's what it might have looked like and proves it can be built. It only takes passion and money. Wouldn't it look perfect on Las Vegas Boulevard?
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