The '66 Goat was a very nice
looking, clean car, but not really very fast. Before long the urge for something quicker led to a somewhat ratty green '68 GTO.
Apparently it was sufficiently unattractive to deter any photos, because I can't find any.
Now, about this time it was becoming clear that a smaller, lighter car that
had the same engine as was in the GTO would be mighty quick. Since I had a bit of Pontiac momentum going, I started looking at Firebirds.
But the magazines were pretty excited
about the Camaro Z28 model, so I decided to switch allegiance. The '68 GTO was sold and I found a very clean '69 Camaro Z28
owned by a guy who genuinely did not seem to realize that he owned a high performance automobile. The car had very few options, which
was considered desirable in those days because options added weight, and weight made you slower. I enjoyed the car immensely, and
never had any trouble with it. Eventually, marriage motivated its replacement with a series of boring, practical, forgettable cars.