My grandmother gave my brother and me her Tempest when I was 15. This is not the actual car but it looked like this in blue. Check out the shifter on the dash.
My cousin had one of the early 60s versions with the rear transaxle with the 4 cyl, essentially half a 389. That was an odd piece of automotive history.
Was his name Vinny? (Remembering Marisa Tomei's testimony on the difference between the Pontiac and the Buick.) Some years back, I had the pleasure of attending a New Years party at Ev and Mongo's. At the airport rental agency, I had the choice of either a Chevy Malibu or a Pontiac Aztec. I took the Malibu, but to this day I mildly regret not pulling up to their doorstep in the Aztec. Ev had the Cadillac by then and that car was AWESOME!
I used to hang out at the Team Highball shop during their Mazda days, and got to know Amos Johnson and Dennis Shaw. I got to watch the shop change the engine and body on their Daytona-winning RX7 and enter it the following year as an Olds Achieva.
I worked for a while for the man that leased them their shop space. My direct supervisor's wife owned a TR6 with a blown engine that he wanted my roommate and I to rebuild. Since we were in an apartment, he arranged for us to use a corner of Preston Miller's Rennsport shop next door to Amos.
Evelyne had a blue one. I may have driven it twice ever. It was cool inside but fugly as hell outside. Dan Jakl still has his