My first car was a 1979 Cutlass Supreme that was a theft recovery. Although the car was a complete pile I still liked the G-body styling. This was around 1991 and the Monte SS was all the rage for a G-body car back then. I knew a kid with a Plymouth GTX and he claimed to have the fasted car at school. Me, being a complete dumbass told him when I got my Monte SS I would run him and de-throne his Mopar as the fastest car at school. He laughed and life went on.
Just before I turned 17 (back in 92) my father asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Just like any kid would do I said "I want a new car" and got the normal "no, not happening" response. Something clicked though, my father figured this could be a good experience for me and came back with an offer I couldnt refuse. The offer was my mother would get the loan, he would pay the down payment and then I would take over the monthly payments for the length of the loan. Great, so now he asked what kind of car I wanted. I said "I want a Monte Carlo SS" and to my suprise he just asked where he could find one.
I figured I had this in the bag since I remembered catching the rear fender of what appeared to be a burgandy SS sitting on a small car lot in a close suburb. He went to look at it and put money down on it and then told me it wasnt a Monte Carlo but that is was a very nice Regal and that it had a V6 in it so it would be better on insurance and gas.
Needless to say I was pissed that I wouldnt be driving that 305 cubic inches of power and took back my offer of racing the GTX with the excuse of my new car will be slower than my old one.
Anyways, my birthday came, deep down I was excited about getting a new car with no rust, good suspension, no holes in the dashboard, etc... and most importantly, it was all one color.
As I came down the stairs I was greeted by my parents, my mother had a worried look on her face and my father had a grin from ear to ear. He handed me the keys and told me to be careful because the car was "special", my mother just told me to stay alive.
I didnt have a clue what they were talking about and simply agreed with what they asked and walked outside to this,
Once I got seated and adjusted the seat how I wanted (at this point I was pumped because I had power seats) I started it up. I pulled away from the curb and slowly made my way out of my parents sight. As I putzed around I started playing with the radio and then I noticed it, WTF?!??!?! Turbo Boost???? Is this knight rider? So I headed to the closest freeway onramp to see if it worked or if it was just some BS the previous owner put in the car.
As I sat at the red light I started two footing it to see how well it launched. When the light went green I hammered it to the floor and was promptly shoved into the seat. As the whistle from the turbo grew so did my smile. At that precise moment I fell in love with these cars and completely dismissed the Monte SS as a "slow car".
Its been 14 years since I first learned about these cars. I still have the turbo six fender emblem from that car on my keychain with the keys to my Grand National hanging right next to it.