When I came to know Pontiac as a kid it was a good time to know Pontiacs. It was a make that took risks. The brand had its ups and downs, its deaths and rebirths. It had just seen three brilliant management teams in succession guide it from the brink of extinction in 1956, to its pinnacle which I was witnessing as a pre-teen in the early 70s. Pontiacs took up more than their fair share of bedroom wall real estate - before later giving way to Cheryl Tieges and Farrah Faucet-Majors. The objectives for both art themes was the same, only the preoccupations of the viewer had changed. Pontiac’s looked hot! Now gone for nearly a decade, of all of General Motor's four lost makes, the story of Pontiac is the most fun to think about. The upstart Saturn was a tragedy pure and simple. A great and heroic quest that was done in by jealousy and atrophy. Grand ol' Oldsmobile's fate flowed like the opus of a life lived well. It had early glory, a long steady rise, and then a much shorter but just as steady decline. Oldsmobile’s very name all but ensured that one day its time would come. The audacious Hummer and the quirky Saab were no more than corporate larks. "Here's a trend, " said some suit in Detroit, "Let's follow it." Things couldn't have ended well for Saab; they shouldn't have for Hummer. But over at Pontiac, you never quite knew how things would turn out. Pontiacs were exciting. The occasional few that weren’t? Well, at least they were interesting. With Pontiac, it was all about the cars. So why don’t we let the cars tell the story.