Okay, here’s my blog post about messing with old Pontiac hood emblems, written in the style you requested:
So, I’ve been digging around in my garage lately, you know, the usual weekend warrior stuff. I stumbled across a box of old car parts I’d totally forgotten about – leftovers from my grandpa’s old Pontiac. And guess what I found? A bunch of hood emblems! Seriously, like, five or six of them, all different styles.
First thing I did was try to figure out which Pontiacs these things even came from. I mean, they were covered in dust and grime. I grabbed an old toothbrush and some soapy water – nothing fancy, just dish soap – and started scrubbing. It was like an archaeological dig, uncovering these little chrome treasures.
After a good cleaning, I could actually see the details. Some had that classic Indian head profile, some were more streamlined, some had, like, wings or something. It was pretty cool.
Then came the fun part: trying to identify them. I’m no expert, so I spent a good chunk of time with my laptop, just Googling. I started with simple descriptions, like “old Pontiac hood emblem Indian head” and “Pontiac hood ornament with wings”.
- I spent hours looking at pictures.
- I compared the shape, the size, the little details.
- I fell down a few internet rabbit holes, reading about Pontiac history.
- It was like detective work!
I managed to ID most of them, I think. One’s definitely from a ’50s Chieftain, another looks like it belongs on a ’60s Bonneville. There’s one I’m still not 100% sure about. It’s got this really intricate design, almost Art Deco, and I’m stumped. I will find more, I am sure.
The Aftermath
So, what am I going to do with them? I’m not restoring any old Pontiacs (yet!), but they’re too cool to just throw back in a box. I’m thinking of maybe making a display case, or maybe even incorporating them into some kind of garage art. The Chieftain, I’m keeping for myself. It is cool.
It’s amazing what you can find when you just start digging around. It’s like a little piece of automotive history, right there in my garage. And the whole process – cleaning them, researching them, figuring out their stories – it was just a really satisfying way to spend a Saturday.
