Curbside Musings: 1977 Pontiac Grand Prix – Linda

1977 Pontiac Grand Prix. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

I like what I observe to be a trend toward increased appreciation for vehicles that are unrestored, low-spec, or otherwise seem to be considered unremarkable in some way.  As much as I appreciate, say, a 1968 Ford Mustang GT fastback in mint condition, my attention at car shows will almost invariably pull toward the unique or “misfit” cars.  This isn’t out of pity for either the car or its owner(s), but simply because such shows are usually full of examples, both real and resto-modded, of obvious choices or fan favorites.  Much like I don’t necessarily gravitate toward the most physically attractive people in a room, I go for what seems real and relatable.

1977 Pontiac Grand Prix. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

This echoes how I approach my vacations and interactions with people who start as strangers and end as friends.  This ’77 Grand Prix is like the on-in-years but beautiful lady sitting and playing video poker next to me at the bar in some random, smoky casino downtown or off the Strip in Las Vegas.  After both of us have been sitting there for a few minutes and after briefly making eye contact, one of us jokes about how luck doesn’t seem to be with us today, and the other laughs.  She brushes a stray ash from her Virginia Slims menthol from the puffy sleeve of her fluffy, sequinned, short-sleeved sweater as she asks what I’m drinking.  “Soda water with a splash of cran and a lime.”  “No alcohol today?  Honey, I respect it.  Bartender… another for me, and whatever this nice gentleman wants.  I’m Linda, by the way.”

Mocktails at Longbar at The D. Soda water with a splash of cran and a lime. Downtown Las Vegas, Nevada. Saturday, October 9, 2021.

Downtown Las Vegas, Nevada. Saturday, October 9, 2021.

The lines on her face speak to life experience.  The kindness in her eyes reflects the empathy and strength of a lady who has known high times and heartbreak in equal measure, yet she remains warm and approachable.  She’s been married a few times (like this Grand Prix has had a few owners), and she loves her man – a good man who appreciates her mind and the beauty that she is, was, and will continue to be hopefully for years to come.  No fillers.  No Botox.  One hundred percent real.  I smile to myself and give thanks for the blessing of her and my seemingly (but not at all) random meeting and brief time together, which seems to reinforce that there’s so much unsung goodness in the world.

1977 Pontiac Grand Prix. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

To me, this Grand Prix represents the beauty of the possibility of attainability.  Having purchased untold issues of Auto Trader when I was a youth, my fingertips stained with black ink from incessant page-flipping (and inadvertently leaving marks on the walls to my mother’s chagrin), a car like a ’77 Grand Prix would have been on my short-list of desirable vehicles if the price was right.  It is a beautifully and interestingly shaped and detailed Colonnade specialty coupe that’s (mostly) rust free and has a bit of personalization to it.  It’s a ’70s GM car with a V8, so it will run for years and many in my GM factory town of Flint, Michigan will know how to wrench on it if and when something goes awry.  It’s not perfect, but that’s what makes it perfect.

1977 Pontiac Grand Prix brochure pages were sourced from www.oldcarbrochures.org.

The ’77 model year brought the all-time sales record for Pontiac’s personal luxury machine, with over 288,400 sold, up over 25% from 1976’s respectable 228,000 figure.  Most buyers selected the base model with over 168,200 units moved, with the mid-range LJ and top-line SJ selling 66,700 and 53,400 units, respectively.  I didn’t see any extra letters or badges affixed to our example, so I would assume it’s a base model, unless the LJ or SJ letters came off when the custom graphics were applied.  I didn’t have a chance to visit with the owner(s), but power for a ’77 Grand Prix could come from V8s displacing 301, 350, or 400 cubic inches, with horsepower ratings ranging from 135 to 180 (the 350 had 170 horses).

1977 Pontiac Grand Prix. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

The more power, the better, as the starting weight of any ’77 GP was over 3,800 pounds.  Unlike the famous race after which these cars were named, they were never meant to go breathtakingly fast, but rather to provide a smooth, stylish, luxurious cruising experience.  This would be the Grand Prix’s last year to feature this dramatic styling, as next year’s “Medium Prix” (I can’t help laughing almost every time I read any such reference to the ’78) would be downsized and feature more restrained styling that I nonetheless still find attractive, especially in the right color combination and with the right wheels and accessories.

1977 Pontiac Grand Prix. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

There were a lot of beautiful, interesting, desirable cars on display at Flint’s annual Back To The Bricks car festival this year.  Many were in condition cleaner than a dinner plate, yet this Grand Prix remained so compelling to me that I passed it twice, both on my way into and out of Saturday’s big show.  Tucked away next to the historic Paterson Building, it was one of the most “Flint” cars at the show, and I say this most lovingly.  Like my hometown, this GP was rough around the edges, but also boldly, unapologetically, and unflinchingly what it was, unmistakable for anything else.

1977 Pontiac Grand Prix. Downtown Flint, Michigan. Saturday, August 16, 2025.

Like my fictional video poker player friend, there was also a sweetness about it, pink graphics and all, which endeared it to me even more.  Maybe it had awakened a latent something inside of inner teenage Joe.  Maybe it had made me reflect on my early childhood, when the Colonnade-era of Grand Prix was still a common sight.  Maybe it reminded me of the cigarette-burned glitz of old Las Vegas.  Regardless of the reason, I loved this Pontiac for being there.

Downtown Flint, Michigan.
Saturday, August 16, 2025.

The brochure pages were sourced from www.oldcarbrochures.org.