1954 Pontiac Bonneville Special 2-seat sports car by Harley J. Earl

[Lakota]

Straight 8 engine, front grill looks like an old man with his dentures out.

Two built and both exist. The green "Special" was completely restored and sold for $2,800,000 to an anonymous buyer at the 2006 Barrett-Jackson Collector Car Auction.
Pontiac Bonneville Special - Wikipedia

[Burro (He/Haw)]

I remember watching the green one sell on BJ.

[LATB]

I don’t like it at all. :ack:

[DAB]

if i had 2.8M to spend on a car, i'd buy a new truck, and have over 2.7M left....

[LATB]

if i had 2.8M to spend on a car, i'd buy a new truck, and have over 2.7M left....

If I had the extra 2.8 I'd buy you that new red truck. :seasix:

[DAB]

If I had the extra 2.8 I'd buy you that new red truck. :seasix:

ah yes.....if.....

[LATB]

ah yes.....if.....

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[DAB]

If—
BY RUDYARD KIPLING
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!