The 1989 Pontiac Stinger was the ideal car for those drivers whose activities ranged the whole spectrum—from surfing all the way to wind surfing. The Stinger was going to clean up on that surefire demographic, blond 23 year olds who average four or more picnics, clambakes, bonfires, keggers, bakeoffs, and/or badminton tournaments every week of the year.
The less I reveal about this promotional clip, the better—suffice to say, it truly had me in stitches. A quarter of the way in, you’ll wonder what the fuss is all about. By the time it’s over, you’ll be forced to conclude—narrowly—that it wasn’t really a Phil Hartman-esque fake commercial from Saturday Night Live.
Here’s to the Pontiac Stinger, a car with more tools up its sleeve than a Swiss Army Knife and probably more durable than a Swatch wristwatch—probably.
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Ford really should have let Marianne Moore name the Edsel