Chrome like a snowfall at midnight, jets on the fenders, a fuel door that plays peekaboo—Steve Plunkett’s 1958 Pontiac Parisienne convertible reminds everyone that Canada could out-glam our favorite U ...

I know the 1980s were a different time. But sometimes I see things from back then and it shows me just how much cocaine was going around. Take the world of automotive promotional videos. When I'm ...

What’s the most forgotten Pontiac of the Eighties? The Firebird still smoked its tires on Saturday nights. The Fiero at least blew itself up in the driveway. The Bonneville was already plotting its ...