2000 Pontiac Bonneville SSEi Road Test
The first car I can remember was my Mom's 1961 Pontiac Strato-Chief wagon. I thought it was the coolest ride anywhere. It was long, wide and kept up to my mother's 'need-for-speed' right foot. That car took us everywhere. It was the family's 'sport-utility' vehicle, traipsing across the unpaved Chilcotin Highway 300 miles into nowhere, escorting our family to uncharted wilderness destinations that 4-wheel drive machines of the day were wary to venture. Eventually, the old beast was sent out to pasture and a slick fire engine red '69 Pontiac Parisienne Coupe arrived at our door. That car had more style than anything else in the neighborhood. Once again pride was restored to the Hofmann household.