The running joke about third-generation F-bodies is that they belong in the realm of the redneck and the mullet-wearing 1980s throwback. They don’t. They were GM’s power re-awakening, just like the Fox Mustang was for Ford, they were designed into aerodynamic machines that could handle pretty well, and if you can’t see the genius behind the T-top roof, then we have no way to help you. But it’s going to be years before collectors clamor over these machines…unless you own a 1LE Camaro or a Turbo Trans Am with the Buick V6, chances are good that most people still look at the car and wonder two things: where the Def Leppard cassette is located and how much cocaine is embedded into the carpet.
Then there’s this particular Trans Am. What happened in this car’s life? It left the dealership sleek, aerodynamically all but perfect, stylish and new. And now, look at it: plopped onto a truck frame, romping in the mud like pre-cooked bacon. Where did things go wrong for this Firebird? Or did things go wrong at all? What would you say…bad move, awesome move, or would you say nothing, and return to sipping your ‘shine for the sake of friendships?
Forward vision looks kinda poor, but at least it’s not rotting in the boneyard.