(first posted 8/3/2011) Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest Pontiac of them all? Pontiac’s golden decade, starting in 1963, has plenty of contenders. The ’63 full-size Pontiacs, headed up by the mile-stone Grand Prix shocked and revolutionized the whole industry. Some love the swashbuckling and hippy ’65 GP, or the even the more voluptuous ’67. The midsized Le Mans and GTO has its fans, as does the ’71 Firebird . But the ’69 Grand Prix may well be the one, for sheer dramatic effect, proportions, and its more restrained size.
Like (almost) all of my CCs, this was not a staged shot in any way. I was driving out West 11th, in the late afternoon, when I saw the GP. I was pretty anxious about how low the sun was already, because I’ve had trouble with that before, especially with dark cars. But as I stood facing that six-foot long hood, and saw how the low light and shadows were playing in its folds, suddenly a dreamy ’69 GP print ad appeared in my mind’s eye, the one you’re looking at here. It had been forty one years since I saw it in Time or Life, but Pontiac’s ads rendered by the team of Art Fitzpatrick (the cars) and Van Kaufman (backgrounds) tend to leave an indelible impression. I moved around until my mental picture corresponded what I saw in my camera, and hoped they were close.
The ’69 GP was a major departure for Pontiac, since it had always been the standard bearer of the full-size line. But the big GM B-Body’s ever-bulging hips and interminable overhangs took their biggest toll on the GP. The Mustang had redefined the sporty coupe on a drastically smaller scale, and mega-sized sporty-personal luxury coupes just weren’t cutting it anymore.
But rather than toss all that grand name equity overboard, a whole new approach was taken, and one with a decidedly Mustangian flavor. Take the bread and butter intermediate coupe body, but hang the longest hood this side of a Duesenberg on its front. Well, that was obviously in someone’s mind, given that the GP now sported the Model J and SJ monikers. What had worked so well in transforming the Falcon into the Mustang would be taken up a notch. And perhaps for the first time in a decade, GM actually created a new niche in the market, by using Ford’s playbook.
Brilliant, in defining the very shape and concept that would take the whole market by storm: the mid-sized and affordable personal luxury coupe. The Olds Cutlass soon latched onto it and rode it to the very top for what seemed like forever. The GP also anticipated the demise of the full size car, or at least their leading role as trend-setters and glamor-mobiles. Increasingly, full size cars became more sedan-focused, as the big coupes became irrelevant. Which makes sense, given how huge they were becoming, especially after 1971. Pontiac saw this in advance, and their move with the GP signaled a coming corporate-wide shift to “mid-sized” coupes as the standard-bearers and as the big sellers.
There’s always a price to pay, and in this case it was the interior. It’s virtually indistinguishable from a pedestrian Le Mans coupe of the same vintage. The big, old GPs came with buckets, console and those magnificent chrome-plated altars of a dash. Well, those were all being sacrificed on the altar of bean-counting anyway. The high quality interiors with the buckets and console had once been such an integral part of what defined a GP.
The sixties marked a big shift by GM and the rest of the US industry in de-contenting luxury cars to keep their cost down and dramatically boost volume (and profits). In the process, they lost their exclusivity, and opened the doors for the imports. Buckets and console, along with pretty much all the other goodies, were on the long option list. The 428 HO would be a good one to check off.
The ’69 GP’s price and sales stats tells this tale: its starting price, $3,866 ($22,460, adjusted) was lower than the inflation adjusted price of its full-size predecessor, but not by nearly as much as it was cheaper to build. Let’s not forget that this is a Le Mans coupe with rhinoplasty and a new C pillar. Sales exploded, to over 112k, four times its bloated ’67 predecessor. Profit margins undoubtedly increased by at least that amount too.
The ’69 GP’s use of the 118″ mid-size platform did come with a price: it had to share the body shell with Chevrolet, for their new Monte Carlo. Pontiac did get the first year for itself, as a reward for its efforts. But sales dipped in 1970 and for the rest of this body style through 1972, probably because of the MC, and competition from the growing field.
Speaking of 1971, there are some who probably like the refreshed face of the ‘71 – ’72 GP even more than the original. With its single headlights and more “classic” grille, it unfortunately became the prototype for all those garish seventies “Super Fly” customs and pimp-mobiles, like the Bugazzi. That’s where this handsome coupe starts lose it for me; it and the Lincoln Mark III shared the same proportions and details that were too obvious retro with their exaggerated long hoods, classic grilles, vinyl tops, and other affectations. The 1963 Grand Prix was a true a trail-blazer; and the ’69 rightfully a pioneer of the new market niche, and a trend-setter for a garish decade (or two) of coupes to come.
Wow, this brings back memories. My parents got divorced around summer of 70 and around ’72, my father bought a silver Model J, 400 4-barrel/Turbo 400 with the Morrokide vinyl Strato bucket seats and integrated center console slanted toward the driver. This was totally out of character for him and quite an amazing car for me as I approached 17. He took me and a couple of friends on a road tour visiting colleges in New York state. As I recall he was driving, smoking his pipe and talking about the historical sites we passed, while my friends all wished we had our pipes. Ahh, the 70’s. A couple of months later after I was accepted into Postdam, I got the Grand Prix to drive up for orientation. We lived on Long Island so this was a 8 hour or so drive. After Orientation we drove up to Montreal and I’m pretty sure took it up to 100 where their kilometer limit might have made us think 100mph was ok. When we got home, the engine was making a clicking sound. My father asked if we had driven it fast or abused it in any way. I stumbled that we had gone around 80. Immediately I got his “ohhh Paul…” disapproval which was about a mad as he ever got. 80 to him was outrageous. He brought the car in and some exhaust manifold bolts had loosed up. Simple tightening and it was good to go. The only other problem that car had was stalling if you drove through a puddle. Not sure what was going on there, but he always claimed I was driving too fast through the puddles. One time I drove it into Manhattan (“why can’t you take the train?”) and on the way home the alternator failed in Queens on Queens Boulevard – Route 25. I drove it for awhile hoping to make it home with the alternator light on, but it was night and fairly quickly the battery drained down. I must have known it was going to stall and I pulled into the closest car repair place in Queens. Being from the Island, leaving a car in Queens wasn’t a good plan. I forget how we got home, but the alternator was replaced and everything was fine after another “ohh Paul”….
No car I’ve ever driven since had the macho look and guts of that car. My friends thought the interior looked like a spaceship with the center console and everything sloping toward the driver. And that exhaust note. That was sweet. After that he bought a mid 70’s Nova and later had the same thing in an Oldsmobile with the Chevy engine, but that’s another story…
This particular car has no console and buckets but many GPs of this vintage did. Actually the interior of the 69-72 GPs was very nice and very unlike the Lemans. The dash wrapped around the driver like a cockpit. This car created the personal luxury segment so popular on the 1970s.
Just the same as going back to the 1st time i saw this original post…
OMG, that lead photo. that car. don’t know about you, but seriously… i could just sit here and stare at it for days. gorgeous.
I have always been a fan of these. I’m not alone.
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2ef04u
I have always preferred the 1963 Gran Prix to the 1969. The ’63 was far more understated and attractive in my opinion. The ’69 looks like a parody of it.
Beautiful car. Just in case anyone wants one just like it, I recently spotted this one for sale in Mississippi.
https://www.facebook.com/marketplace/item/307065970503250/
It’s close but the FB car doesn’t have a vinyl roof but does have buckets and a console. And I’m a little puzzled by the ‘GT’. I thought early Grand Prix were all either a ‘J’ or ‘SJ’.
Still a very nice car, though.
I’d not seen the GP commercial in the dailymotion link above. I wonder if Pontiac was able to pay him by giving him the car? Yeah, right.
When I first saw the 69 GP in an ad I thought it was the ugliest car I’d ever seen. After seeing it in real life I was sold. Too bad I couldn’t afford it at the time.
As Frank would sing “That’s life”.
Paul, you mental picture was really acute: the angle you chose for a “dreamy” picture couldn’t be closer to the “indelible” one in your mind—held there for forty-one years !
You have the dope on who created that ad image. Is it your understanding that the car itself must be a minimally-massaged photo, rather than a from-scratch painting ? There is clearly no messing with proportions or details; your photo makes that clear. I guess the Pontiac publicity people found the car to represent itself very nicely, thank you, with no fudging ?
S
If anyone is interested. I have a garage kept forest green ’69 GP with many extra parts in the Woodstock Georgia area. Would be a reasonably easy restoration car.