Yesterday I wanted to know which GTO got your goat bleating. You came up with some most excellent choices – a lot of you focusing on those coke bottle urethane-nosed machines of their heyday. No matter which one you picked, there’s no doubt that each earned its GTO badge by packing big engines, lots of horses, and a general sassy attitude. But not every car fitted with such a sporting appellation has so earned them.
GT, Si, GTi, AMG, IROC, STi, GTO, GTA, there’s a seemingly endless series of letter and number permutations indicating that their wearer possesses sporting pretensions. Sadly, there’s no guideline for these nomenclature appendages requiring that to don such promises, one must demonstrate that prowess. You might expect a car that talks the talk to likewise walk the sporting walk, but that’s not always so. Sometimes ‘sporty’ isn’t a physical manifestation, but a visual one, being only a tape and plastic addendum rather than mechanical upgrade.
One of the most famous of these was Ford’s Mustang II King Cobra, a veritable orgasm of plastic and additional weight, adding to the woes of a smog-strangled V8 which afforded no sporting capabilities to back the outlandish visual treatment – or even speed the car past onlookers so they would be spared its egregious graphics. That’s but one example of a car that gained an appellation portending performance, but which in action proved unable to back that up with actual prowess, but there are many more. What do you think is the worst offender among the cars that are badged sporty, but in reality, are not?
Image source: [Jay Leno’s Your Garage]