The 1960 Pontiac holds a very special place in my life. It was the first car my eyes fell on as we stumbled out of the airport in NYC on a hot August night in 1960, having just emigrated from Austria. In that moment, it became an icon for my version of the American dream, a magical place where ordinary folks rode off into a wide-track future seated in a Star Chief. What a name too; so uniquely American: the synthesis of its past and future aspirations. What about the present? Well, we haven’t quite reached the stars, and our Native American history turns out to have been a lot less glamorous than once extolled. And I never found a genuine 1960 Star Chief for this CC. Have the the wheels come off the American Dream?
Of course, I didn’t realize at the time that seeing a 1960 Pontiac as my first American car on its native soil was very auspicious indeed. Because no other domestic car better symbolized the sixties and everything that decade entailed. The staid also-ran Pontiac brand had just been remade with a surge of youthful excitement, brilliantly tapping into the driving force of the sixties. Its greatest success were still being hatched or hadn’t yet been imagined when this Ventura was fresh. But like an egg, it was pregnant with all the possibilities Pontiac’s youthful management would soon birth from it.
In retrospect, it’s quite remarkable what Pontiac’s Mad Men pulled off, given the constraints they had to work with. The 1959 – 1960 GM full-size cars all had to share the same basic body shell. Yes, the bubble top on this Ventura looks mighty familiar, having just seen it in our recent 1959 Cadillac CC. But the difference below that interchangeable top is telling: where Cadillac felt compelled to slather on fins, rockets, afterburners and jet intakes, the Pontiac is clearly the most restrained of all those flamboyant 1959-1960 GM cars, at least relatively so.
That’s not to say they were dull; hardly, there’s plenty of jet-age zip and tingle to go around. But it’s not beholden to the chromium-slathered fifties anymore. Each division at GM was given the same basic lump of clay for those two years, and the 1960 Pontiac was by far the most organic and forward looking. Pontiac reached its zenith a few years later, but the ’60 clearly was pointing in the right direction.
It was of course a carefully crafted effort behind the curtains. The youthful forty-four year old Semon E “Bunkie” Knudsen took the reins of Pontiac in 1956, and his vision of crafting a performance image for the brand quickly took hold: NASCAR and NHRA racing, the ’57 Bonneville coupe, tri-power carburation, and the utterly brilliant “Wide-Track” suspension. That last one alone undoubtedly paid the biggest dividends.
These ’59-’60 GM cars sat on the frames of the rapidly aborted ’58’s bodies, a classic GM bean-counter move. The new bodies’ longer-lower-wider mantra had the unfortunate effect of making the wheels look lost in their wells. It made them look like an airplane whose wheels would retract on take-off, which one one hand would have been consistent with their aeronautical flavor. But as land-based actual cars, it made them look wimpy, and decidedly undynamic. Hardly the image Knudsen had in mind.
So he set his engineering department to creating a wider-tracked front suspension and matching rear axles (that was easy enough). The difference was subtle, yet sensational, like that rare boob-job that really works: you can’t help but notice, but you’re not sure exactly why.
Of course it wasn’t strictly cosmetic surgery either: the Pontiacs quickly made a rep for themselves as being the best handling of the GM fine family of cars. Combined with the 389 CID (6.3 L) Trophy V8 in various states of tune from a mild 215 hp low-compression two-barrel to the storming 348 hp Tri-Power and those blissful optional finned aluminum wheels/brake drums, the 1960 Pontiacs really were the performance champs of the day. The combination of image-crafting backed by the ability to run the talk quickly vaulted Pontiac into the number three US sales slot by 1962, and one it held for almost the whole decade.
In the 1959 Cadillac CC, I proclaimed it to be the false prophet of the sixties, giving the title to the 1961 Continental. In retrospect. I was only half right, or less. Actually, the Continental foreshadowed the sixties less than the seventies, with that decade’s infatuation with luxury, real and imagined. True, the Continental planted those beautiful seeds ten years earlier in the luxury car class, but it didn’t really represent the spirit of the sixties.
Pontiac did that, along with the VW Beetle. It takes two opposing forces to really make the winds of change into a storm, and those two huffed and puffed better than anyone else that decade. This classic Fitzpatrick and Kaufman rendering is already psychedelic, in 1960.
Pontiac unleashed the youth market, or at least tapped the desire to appear youthful, as the baby boomers weren’t yet buying in 1960. But the youthful spirit was already in the air, and Pontiac canned it and sprinkled it generously on everything they built.
The Star Chief at the airport may have initiated me in the cult of the 1960 Pontiac, but that needed nurturing in the inconstant mind of a seven-year old. That was quickly taken care of, thanks to our neighbors across the street when we arrived in Iowa City three days later. Unbelievable: there in the driveway directly across from us sat a matched brace of 1960 Pontiacs: “his” black Bonneville four door hardtop, “her” navy-blue Safari wagon. Given that our driveway would soon be sullied by a dowdy old plump 1954 Ford sedan, you can imagine where my eyes and mind wandered endlessly. They probably got tired of my fingerprints (and cheek prints) on the windows of their Ponchos.
Yes, in those boring long late summer days in Iowa, I would just go over and gaze endlessly, at every detail inside and out. That dashboard is as familiar to me as my nose, and a lot handsomer too. It was simply unfathomable to me how regular folks could have two of these. The American dream was staring at my face every time I walked out the door. More like taunting me.
I went on to have some wild rides in that Safari wagon after I ingratiated myself with their hot-rodding sons, chasing parts and other errands. Those tire-screeching rides were my initiation into the cult of speed, enhanced by the driver’s insistence that Mom’s wagon had a Tri-Power under the hood (not). It might as well have been a full-on NASCAR race engine in my innocent mind, as I slid across the shiny Morrokide upholstery while we terrorized the sleepy town.
So maybe you won’t blame me for being thrilled to the bone upon finding this tired Catalina resting in this driveway. I had seen it years ago, but I had no memory of the street name or even the exact neighborhood. Relying on the male gender’s supposed superior spatial memory, I set off one morning to find it, just following my nose. I had just arrived in the part of town I though it might be, when my eye was caught by a restored two-and-a-half-ton 6×6 Army truck sitting up on the front yard of a house. That’s something worth stopping for!
No sooner do I park and get out, and lo! There’s the Pontiac sitting back there in the driveway (far right corner), exactly where I saw it a decade ago. Thanks for putting out the big sign, Russ!
Now this Catalina coupe may look a bit worse for wear, but its earned its battle scars. Its owner Russ is a musician, and he bought it in 1980 to haul his band’s equipment all over the North West in a tandem axle trailer. Now that’s my idea of a trailer locomotive. Lot more stylish than today’s ubiquitous truck or SUV. The 389 and its rugged Hydra-matic never let him down, as he pursued his version of the American dream.
So is the Catalina’s current state symbolic of the American Dream? Ask someone who’s gay, black, a female executive, or, well, anybody perhaps but a white male. Yes, we’re not quite sitting alone on the perch as we once were, and having to share it isn’t always comfortable, especially as it seems there’s always someone else trying to shoehorn in on it. Only so much room up here…oops, there falls another.
And the metaphor is apt globally as it is domestically. Yes, 1960 was perhaps the apogee of America’s exceptional period, before the Wide-Track veil of innocence was rent and sullied by hubris and the need to let others in on the Tri-Power excitement. So the dream changes; it doesn’t have to become a nightmare.
Russ’s is going to live his by restoring the Ventura, and if the Army truck – which he did for a nephew – is any indication, its going to be a stunner. And I’m living my dream, still ogling 1960 Pontiacs and putting my fingerprints all over their windows. Who says you have to own something to enjoy it? Sharing is the new dream.
[Thanks Russ, for sharing your Ventura. We’ll come back when it’s finished]
More memories. About 1963, my Aunt Norma and Uncle John got a copper 60 Catalina sedan (with a white top) from his parents to replace a 52 Ford Victoria hardtop that they had owned since new. Uncle John was a teacher and they took good care of their stuff, so that Pontiac lasted a long time, up to about 1970 or 72 as I recall.
It was a base model with no radio, but it did have wheelcovers and whitewalls. It became the second/teenagers car when they bought a new Delta 88 in 1968. Even after they got the new Oldsmobile, my aunt always wanted the Pontiac in bad weather “because it has a wide track”. The triumph of good advertising.
Unfortunately, the Pontiac was gone by the time I got my license, so I never got to drive it. I would really like to experience a 389 and an old-style (pre-Roto) Hydra Matic. There was always something about the lines of that car that I found fresh and attractive, even as a kid. It always seemed much newer than it was. Park it next to a 1960 Mercury or any 1960 Mopar and it looked clean and modern, even (or especially) in the late 60s.
Last thing – I always thought that “Star Chief” was one of the coolest car names EVER!
nice car you you be willing to sell and how much?
Haven’t seen one of these in ages. In the early 60s, the misses and I rented one and took it on a trip down to Mexico. I don’t remember much about the thing save the fact that it rattled like a canister of bolts over bumps and railroad tracks.
I used to like to see the “real” Pontiacs when visiting the USA. In the 60’s in Canada, we had Pontiacs in body only… no wide-track, no Tri-Power. They were Chevies under the skin, assembled in Oshawa On. They had different names than their US counterparts… the Strato Chief at the low end, Laurentian in the middle, and Parisienne was the top trim.
I think this might have been mentioned in a CC a while ago… maybe the Acadian CC (rebadged Chevy Nova).
There was quite a bit of discussion about them on the (coincidentally) Ventura II CC: http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2009/10/curbside-classics-gms-deadly-sin-3-1971-pontiac-ventura-ii/
Since I live in a border state, I’ve seen quite a few Canadian Cheviacs over the years. I used to have a neighbor who had a 1960 Laurentian two-door hardtop. This would have been about 10 years ago or so. This car had quite a bit of surface rust; so much that I would have to call the car “rust-colored” if anyone asked me for a detailed description.
When I was a kid, our neighbors had a 1960 Bonneville, and the memory of that Bonneville made the Laurentian seem so strange in comparison. It had this 3/4 scale look to it, with the tires tucked back inside the cavernous wheel wells.
Just today I saw a ’63 Laurentian at a car show – the non-Wide Track leaped out at me before I could get close enough to read the badges!
The Pontiac Parisienne was probably the most seen Cheviac in the UK in the 60s.I saw them in London at Lendrums the GM dealer,it’s the only RHD Cheviac I remember from then
Summer of ’66 I spent in Kansas, and the best day was when my uncle took me water skiing in his black ’60 convertible. Look closely at the passenger’s-side dash: it’s divided into seven bands, with a letter in each: | P | O | N | T | I | A | C |. Glove compartment in the middle, two ash trays at the ends. in fact you can see them sagging a bit in the photo. Uncle Loren switched his around: | C | O | N | T | I | A | P |.
What a great story. Interestingly, my mother came to this country in 1960 from Germany, after she married my father. I was born in 1962, and in the late 1960s and early 1970s, I can remember her talking about how much she wanted a brand-new Pontiac Bonneville! She loved GM cars in general, and Pontiacs in particular.
Just as the Niedermeyer family suffered with a 1954 Ford and 1962 Fairlane, she had to make do with a 1959 Rambler station wagon for several years. Eventually, in the mid-1970s we did move up to a succession of Oldsmobile 88s, which she also loved. The Pontiac flame was fading by that time…by the late 1970s, the only real excitement in the line-up was the black-and-gold Trans Am, and my respectable suburban parents had no desire to look like Burt Reynolds wannabees.
When I was a kid, my grandmother would take me to the local Pontiac-AMC dealer, and buy me a promotional model. I remember buying a promo of a 1960 Bonneville convertible in the late 1960s (it must have been a leftover), along with one of a 1965 Rambler American hardtop. Too bad I don’t still have them – they are both worth a small fortune today.
The styling details on the car are amazing. Too bad we can’t get that level of detail on mass-market cars today.
One of my favourites, as a newborn I came home in a 60 Pontiac. It succumbed to rust in 1970, but the hubcaps hung in our garage for years.
My Pontiac flash back is a 1965 Lemans.My aunt/uncle owned it and i lusted after it.The bucket seats and a/c hooked me instantly.As it was the “new car era”; In 1968 my uncle traded it for a new LTD.The milage was low but 3 years had passed.Sigh….
I looked at buying a Pontiac this model years ago it was in Narrabri NSW $1400 and not registered which broke the deal it had a Chevy 283 motor which I assumed to be a transplant but no it was original equipment. A Canadian Pontiac apparently
Yes Bryce, our Pontiacs were locally assembled bodies dropped on Chev running gear, usually minimally equiped and in dowdy colours. Narrow tracking anyone?
heres a picture of my 60 pontiac starchief, its the only one in denmark, and i can’t find anyone anywhere who has one as this, “4 door bubble top”
That’s a beautiful car!
What a great piece of writing: Paul is still King of the Hill here. However, my heart lies with the 59 Pontiac. An elderly woman family friend ordered a new Star Chief 4 door sedan in metallic grey. As a 9-year old, I was all over that car when it arrived. The split grill, used so successfully throughout the 60’s, really emphasized the new wide-track configuration and I loved it. The car seemed ultra modern at the time, especially compared to the 58, and the details, including the full wheel covers with Pontiac Motor Division stamped on them, made the car look expensive. The 60 just seemed too toned down, at least in the front (the twin bubble taillights are kind of cool).
+1 on 59s there’s a white one been at shows for a few years with triple carbs.Who needs a Caddy when you can have a Pontiac? That drum brake looks scarily small for such a big car
Has to be the 61s for me. And the 64s. And the 65s. Oh wait.
Brakes were a weak point for pretty much every larger American car of this era, but what Pontiac did in 1959-60 was to reduce the diameter of the front brakes a bit while making them about an inch wider. The idea was to keep the drums cooler, which had been a big problem with the ’57-’58 cars — when Pontiac switched from 15- to 14-inch wheels in ’57, it hampered air circulation around the brakes.
Starting in 1960, Pontiac offered eight-lug aluminum wheels with integral aluminum drums, which was a big help. They weren’t discs (which GM was very slow to adopt except for the Corvette), but they were decent for the time.
The ’60 also showed one of the downsides of annual styling changes. The ’59 split grille was VERY popular, unexpectedly so, leading to a crash program to reintroduce it for ’61 – but it had to go away for ’60, it was too late to do anything about that.
Speaking of which, did you ever notice the convergence of Pontiac and BMW grilles in the ’80s and ’90s – until ’85 or so the former had always incorporated the headlights in the grille sections while the latter’s kidneys were a tacked-on piece of chrome; by the mid ’90s both were centered in the upper bumper, separate from the headlights surrounded by body-color plastic and almost indistinguishable at a distance.
The split grille was lovely,not enough to save Edsel though.The last Edsel really was a pretty car did they copy Pontiac?
I doubt it. The lead time in automotive styling in those days was generally at least two years, counting back from the beginning of pilot production. The 1960 Edsel was designed somewhat later than normal because Ford management opted to scrap the original design in favor of a low-cost facelift of the Ford shell, but I think that would have been done probably by mid-1958. It’s possible Bud Kaufman, who handled the second design, had some advance inkling of the new Pontiacs, but even if he did, it would have been months before the ’59 cars actually went on sale, so it definitely wouldn’t have been in response to the success of the ’59 Pontiacs.
My grandmother owned a 1959 Star Chief when I first started driving (1967-68). What I remember most was that it had a lot more power than my dad’s 6 cylinder Ford. The combination of ample torque from the 389 V-8 and the Hydra-Matic with the low ratio first gear made for some exciting take offs. The Star Chief fell victim to rust not long after that and was swapped for a 1963 Catalina, purchased I think, for $300. That was pretty cheap for a car even in 1970 and it was well used, even if it wasn’t rusty (yet).
I am admittedly Mopar thru and thru , but if I were to own a GM, a 60 Pontiac would be it. I have always thought their design was particularly clean.
My lasting memory of the 60 Pontiacs ,is that as a 6 year old that had to go to a weekly doctor appointment , I remember riding in a new at the time 60 Catilina? Bonneville? , that my Dad would borrow from a co-worker to take me to my appointment. The unfamiliar to me at the time new car smell in that Pontiac made enough of an impression on me that I remember it still.
I’ve never cared much for the ’59/’60 GM full size cars – as far as styling goes. I have to agree the Ponchos are the best of the bunch, but that’s not saying much.
I do love the car ads of that era. Artist’s renderings are soooooo much better than the actual cars. I’ve always wanted to drive a convertible up to some swanky house and step out wearing my dinner jacket, going around to open the door for my blond bombshell in the passenger seat The people in those ads were living the American Dream, and maybe we can too, a little, if we buy a Pontiac.
Oh, right, can’t do that anymore.
Of the Pontiac-era models back then, I preferred the ’59, and then the ’63-’64 models. They did go like the hammers of hell, though.
That car reminds me of this one I saw at the Cruz yesterday in Port Orchard. Not only is it a 2-door post sedan, but it has a 3-speed column-shifted manual transmission.
Very nice article and comments! Just saw this 1960 Ventura at a GM car show in Montogomery County, Maryland. Perfect timing….
Those triple carbs look mean,sucks gas kicks ass!What a shame they did away with them,
What a swell looking car from all angles and all those details are fascinating. I wonder how well a modern large sedan would tow musical equipment all over the Northwest? That G-Series Van in the background of the Deuce and a Half is a Curbside Classic as well. You hardly ever seen one looking so clean.
1963 having Reuturned from a year on Midway island,having saved up 6 hundred dollars, I purchase a 1955 Pontiac Chieftain convertible, my first love of Pontiac’s, drove it from NC,To Calif, 6 months later decided to move up to a newer version,
For 1335.00 a salesman in San Jose put me into a 1960 White Bonneville Convert,payments 59.00 a month ,gosh was I a cool Swabie, Had a Record player installed holding 12 records, 45s after leaving the Navy and getting a job in San Francisco I needed a commute car and the Bonny got parked in front of the house,
My neighbor need a car so I agreed to sell it for 2 hundred dollars with 25 down , never seen any more, Payments, 20/20 Hindsight,
Well 49 years later, I have finally got a 1960 Pontiac ,white 2 dr HT, which has always been inside ,original not restored Calif black plate ,2 Owner,
My wife asked me why I wanted that thing,I just said I married you, cause knew a good ride when I seen one,
At 71 I back on the freeways in a wide track,
Thanks. I have a 1960 Pontiac 2dr. bubble top I’m in need of an window frame drivers side. ,Just frame not glass
Here’s my 60 Catalina I was lucky enough to find and bring back to life. In the process of rebuilding her motor and transmission and she should be on the road soon.
Great article! I live in Vancouver BC and have been obsessed since a man in my neighborhood had a 66 star chief coupe when I was a youngster. I now have a 63 Bonneville coupe and a 61 Bonneville vista. Both are survivor condition and I am never happier than when I’m behind the wheel cruising the backroads in those big beautiful tanks.
The 1960 Pontiac Ventura is one of my favorite Ponchos. The rear end isn’t that terrific but that front end more than makes up for it. It’s as good as the 1960 Chevrolet is bad.
In fact, for a big Pontiac, the 1960 is eclipsed only by the even better looking follow-up for 1961. It was just the start of Pontiac’s amazing run in the sixties, when hit-after-hit new cars just kept coming throughout the entire decade.
With these great GM cars, it’s no wonder that Charles Newberg over at Chrysler decided at the last minute to do something drastic for 1962 (with unfortunate results).
I agree rudiger.
As I have noted here at CC before, my all time favorite car is the Honduras Maroon 1961 Pontiac Ventura that my parents picked up at the end of the 61 model year.
1961 GM full sized cars were smaller and lighter than the prior years and felt more lively and better runners than their predecessors. It was rare treat to get the Ventura for a date night or an occasional ocean-side highway romp, especially when compared to my own 1953 fluid drive flat head 6 Chrysler.
Great visibility, great power, relatively flat cornering (relative to other GM model years), and the Ventura tri-color (white, red, dark red) morokide upholstery.
What’s not to love. (Ours was automatic.)
You cannot grasp the surprise when Sandy, a gorgeous blond who I lust after, accepted my offer to the 62 senior prom.
I certainly was not going to take the pinnacle of teenage beauty to the Prom in my rusting Chevy 210. So I asked my uncle to use his loaded 60 Star Chief hardtop. Immaculate white with the red Morrokide interior. I spend hours waxing that beauty for the big night.
Alas, the Pontiac turned out to be the hilite of the night as I discovered that Sandy, a 16 year old in a 27 year old body, turned out to be the abstinence queen of the class. I believe I may have earned a polite handshake at the end of the prom festivities.
I ended up using the car all weekend, sans Sandy. I recall, that when I plastered the gas pedal, the quad 389 hydro gulped gas and shredded rear rubber.
The fondest prom date memory ever.
People who had a cottage down the shore from us in Nova Scotia had a 1960 Parisienne convertible, definitely an impressive car at the time, and I have a childhood memory of riding in the back seat one summer evening with ‘Tossin & Turnin’ playing on the car radio. 🙂
Like you, I had a neighbor with one of these far-out Pontiacs, except it was a ’59 Catalina sedan in green. A ’59 car would be unusually old for the time, but there it was. The photo below (not the actual car) shows the dramatic view from the eye level of a 5 year old. It was sights like these that got me interested in late ’50s cars. I was also going through my “speedometer” phase, and the dashboard with all its “futuristic” styling details was also a source of fascination.
The Sinclairs moved from NJ to RI, and I heard that they still had the car after the move. What ultimately happened to it I don’t know. They would be in their 90s now if they are still alive.
The “cartoon like” pics in the “60 Brochure” were likely to distract from the cars “actual appearance”.
Mind you, this one in a more “festive” color would look better.
Timely re-post. Just watched this video of a very nice 60 Bonneville:
’60 GM cars toned down some of the excesses of the ’59’s, especially Cadillac. I dislike what Chevy did but Pontiac and Olds cleaned up the back end. 50-50 on Buick’s headlight orientation.
That’s a good observation on the ’60 GM cars versus the previous year. I’m actually more partial to the ’59 Buick’s canted headlights. Of the Big 3’s efforts on that short-lived fad, Buick did them the best.
I agree, Buick canted headlights work well with the whole car. Buick is my favorite of the ’59-’60’s. Lincoln and Chrysler/DeSoto canted lights were just awful. ’62 Dodge headlights worked, just not the rest of the car.
The American Dream has always been about expanding opportunity to more people. Giving them a chance to work for what they wanted to achieve. Cars were a visible status symbol. Even if our Country hasn’t always lived up to it’s promises, at least it made them.
My Dad had a new ’59 Impala hardtop coupe, but my favorite is the ’60 Oldsmobile. It looks like a jet plane from the rear.
My uncle was a certified “Pontiac man,” and the first time I ever was in a vehicle that hit 100 mph was in the passenger bucket seat of his pale yellow, 1967 LeMans sport coupe. It was amazing and terrifying at the same time, and I was sworn to secrecy not to tell my dad about the experience.
The ‘67 was traded in on a 1973 Luxury LeMans in triple harvest gold with fender skirts. I remember saying I wanted him to get his old car back, which made him look sad…especially when I said that the front bumper made a great chair I could sit on while he barbecued.
But before the ‘67, that garish 73 and my birth, he had a ‘60 Pontiac. I have no idea what series it was, but apparently the dealership gave him a little model which had a switchable track to demonstrate “Wide Track.” He kept it all those years and let me play with it, looking back now the model was probably a prized treasure of his, and maybe a reminder of when cars were cars and not a baroque living room on wheels.
I didn’t understand what “Wide Track” was or meant, but I sure had fun switching the track back and forth. And I also liked how the little model looked so much better with the wheels pushed to the edges and not tucked in under the wheel wells.
If the posting works on this website, here are a couple of photos of a 1960 Pontiac Catalina four door sedan and one of a 1960 Buick LeSabre four door sedan. I see these on my bike rides around Cheyenne. Pontiac has a horrible, sun burnt interior and a poor re-paint but no rust. Pot metal badge says “Rogers” from Rawlins. The Buick is about 5 miles west of the Pontiac. More rust but interior close to original.
OK, not easy to use this site but here is an attempt to post the Pontiac.