almost exactly 20 years since I drove my first ponycar...I'd managed to borrow a Pontiac Trans-Am. It was metallic brown, with the 245-hp L98 under the hood. And it was the biggest piece of crap I had ever driven...The body had the torsional rigidity of overcooked linguini, and the steering was approximate at best. It rode like a Conestoga wagon, and cornered like a drunken sailor. The brakes caught on fire after just five hard miles on the Angeles Crest Highway.